Did you forget who is the master & who is the servant AGAIN?
Sometimes it happens…I forget my place. Or in this case, it was my daughter who forgot her place. This was the look she got when she went to lay on the futon. LOL
Oh, so you’re lucky to be in third place! I just might know that feeling.
Seriously. LOL
LOL cats have a way of making you feel like that don’t they ?? LOL
All. The. Time. LOL
Whenever I feel that intense scrutiny — that sharp, piercing, judgmental gaze — I know it’s time yet again to provide a handful of treats.
Most of the time that’s true with ours as well. But with this particular cat, I think she was trying to decide whether to oust the interloper (she’s not above trying) or manipulate them into belly rubs. Of course treats always, always ensure at least a civil tolerance. Just the sort of sacrifice needed to ensure the favor of the Queen. LOL
Ah, the old belly-rub con. I’ve often fallen prey to that scheme. It amazing how the cat makes me feel like I’m doing him a favor by acquiescing to his every demand.
Mine are like, “I want my belly rubbed, rub my belly, do it human, do it!!” And then when you go to pet them, it’s a violent, “No I don’t, I changed my mind! I’m going to bite you now for daring to touch me!” 😀
I get that, too — the abrupt and unexpected mind-change. He’ll swipe my arm, and then slink off to the farthest corner to sulk, as if he was somehow affronted by the whole ordeal. Poor guy.
I has to laugh since I know my friend’s cats are getting to be rulers at their roost, lol.
It’s in their genetic make up. It’s just who they are. LOL
You are so right about cats’ genetic makeup. Lol 🙂
Did you forget who is the master & who is the servant AGAIN?
Sometimes it happens…I forget my place. Or in this case, it was my daughter who forgot her place. This was the look she got when she went to lay on the futon. LOL
Oh, so you’re lucky to be in third place! I just might know that feeling.
Seriously. LOL
LOL cats have a way of making you feel like that don’t they ?? LOL
All. The. Time. LOL
Whenever I feel that intense scrutiny — that sharp, piercing, judgmental gaze — I know it’s time yet again to provide a handful of treats.
Most of the time that’s true with ours as well. But with this particular cat, I think she was trying to decide whether to oust the interloper (she’s not above trying) or manipulate them into belly rubs. Of course treats always, always ensure at least a civil tolerance. Just the sort of sacrifice needed to ensure the favor of the Queen. LOL
Ah, the old belly-rub con. I’ve often fallen prey to that scheme. It amazing how the cat makes me feel like I’m doing him a favor by acquiescing to his every demand.
Mine are like, “I want my belly rubbed, rub my belly, do it human, do it!!” And then when you go to pet them, it’s a violent, “No I don’t, I changed my mind! I’m going to bite you now for daring to touch me!” 😀
I get that, too — the abrupt and unexpected mind-change. He’ll swipe my arm, and then slink off to the farthest corner to sulk, as if he was somehow affronted by the whole ordeal. Poor guy.
I has to laugh since I know my friend’s cats are getting to be rulers at their roost, lol.
It’s in their genetic make up. It’s just who they are. LOL
You are so right about cats’ genetic makeup. Lol 🙂