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Okay, so I've started writing this short story, loosely based on the YouTube series Salad Fingers. I'm looking for constructive criticism, suggestions for a title, and how to continue/end the story. So, here goes:

"“I see,” said the blind man, his gnarled, arthritic hands gripping his ancient, ornately carved cane. He was in a long, narrow room with thin, moth-eaten curtains over its only window. The half-rotten floorboards were littered with small fragments of the deteriorated black wallpaper. Except for an enormous, dusty stuffed raven perched atop the large black writing desk, the man was quite alone. He was speaking to Vladamir Alfred Cumbicle, the young man who lived inside the walls of the his residence. Mr. Cumbicle had been absent of late, and had just provided an explanation in response to the old man’s reprimands.
“I see,” said the man again, regaining his severity. “It was frightfully rude of you to leave without my knowledge. I shan’t stand for that behavior again.”
The old man paused momentarily for Mr. Cumbicle’s reply.
“Humph,” he intoned under his breath. “We’ll see about that.”
The old man shuffled out of the room, the slight rustle of his old suade slippers accompanied peculiarly by the loud thump of his cane. A short walk down a dark, narrow hallway, the man entered his living room. It was a small, low-ceilinged chamber with one very small window at the far end. The wallpaper had completely fallen off the pale, crumbling brick walls, and now lay in a bedraggled heap behind the ancient, broken rocking chair in the corner of the room. Moldy floorboards creaked under the man’s feet as he entered and sat down on a large, rotting stump near the doorway. Directly in front of him was an old television set, one of the very earliest models. All that remained of its screen were several jagged fragments slightly reminiscent of teeth around the gaping mouth of the television. Its antenna had snapped, and dust coated its insides.
“Hello there, old chap,” the man greeted his television. “What have you been getting up to today?” For a few moments there was silence, after which the television emitted a loud, growning creak not unlike that of ancient door hinges.
“Really?” said the old man curiously. “You must let me know if you find any more. I’d be delighted to try it.”
The man fell silent for several minutes, then stood abruptly, his cane puncturing a small hole in the decaying floorboards.
“I think I’ll have something to eat,” he said, and shuffled into the kitchen. The kitchen was a small, dingy room that smelled faintly of mothballs and cat urine. It was dimly lit by a single, blinking lightbulb hanging bare from the ceiling. Slight cracks in the pale green wallpaper had filled with grime, and a large circle of mold had formed on the ceiling. A large brass kettle sat on top of the small stove. The man shook the kettle slightly and frowned with dissatisfaction upon discovering that it was empty.
“You’ve run out again, Mr. Bordois,” he murmured disdainfully. “I shan’t tolerate this.”
The old man opened the kettle and poured a large quanity of vodka into its depths. He set it on the stove and lit it. The kettle gave a high-pitched whistle, as if in protest.
“Oh, do stop that, Mr. Bordios,” said the old man briskly, cracking an egg into the kettle. “It’s most annoying.” The man crossed the room and grabbed a handful of ice from a large cardboard box, inserting it into the kettle. After exactly four minutes and fifty-three seconds, he removed the kettle from the stove and poured its contents into a large, cracked mug.
“Nectar of the Gods,” he said to himself, raising the mug to his lips. He was interrupted, however, by a loud meow from the doorway. The old man frowned with distaste and set his mug on the cracked wooden counter.
“Do kindly leave, Marjory. Your behavior has been most objectionable.” The ancient gray cat gave a harsh, angry meow and leapt onto the counter, knocking the mug onto the floor and spilling its contents into the worn mustard-colored carpet."

I'd appreciate anything you have to say. Muchas gracias!