Dear Ron Weasley,
I think that if this relationship is going to work out, we need to establish some ground rules.
Firstly, my desk must remain off limits. I am a very busy person and I don’t have time to pick cat hair out of my paintings or rework smudges that look remarkably like cat footprints.
Secondly, you must refrain from drinking directly from my paint water pot. Yes, I know watercolors are nontoxic, but that murky water can’t possibly taste good. Perhaps you’d enjoy drinking fresh water from the bowl I’ve provided just inches away. On the floor.
Third, my stack of portfolios is not a cat nest. Neither is my desk chair. You’ll note that that there is only one chair in the room, and that it is mine. If you are feeling the strain of your difficult cat-life and need to take a nap, kindly retire to the cushions that have been provided.
I tolerate much from you Ron Weasley. I even find most of your habits charming. The squeaky purr that sounds downright painful. Your crow-like chattering. Am I not always quick to let you in I when see your nose pressed up against my studio window? When you got your head stuck in the collapsible water jug, was I not the person who extracted you and shooed the children away to avoid unnecessary embarrassment?
Like any relationship, what’s required here is compromise. I agree to offer you food, shelter and snuggling. You sir, must stay the heck off my desk.