Living in the shadows of Hobbes is fine with Grace as she is content being unsociable. Routinely grumpy in nature, Grace would be fine with a morning chin scratch and a certain orange stripey somebody disappearing forever.
Grace is the epitome of a curmudgeon, loudly meowing to protest any hand that comes in her direction for a gentle pat on the head or touching of the fur. When she became like this, I don't know--she was adorable at the shelter when we picked her out as a kitten. That was the last time she was sweet and it has been 12 years of her reign as the "no pet" grumpy old woman. Sigh.
This is my Grumpy Grace, as I call her. And sometimes, if I'm lucky, she will allow me to love her.