Having a quick break while the washing machine sloshes. Do your cats reserve a special look for you?
This morning I asked Mum that question, and she said yes, her cats do. I said my Siamese cat, Fusspot, sits there looking at me, and the stare is half irritated, half fond, as though he’s saying “oh, you’re terrible, but I…”
I hesitated, and Mum finished “… love you anyway! Yes. They do look at me like that.”
All my cats have variations on that look, but Fusspot’s is particularly amusing. He was sitting next to me on the sofa with his back to me, thinking about something else, and the other cats had left the room. I picked up a plush toy cat and sloshed him with it, whipping it away quickly. Fusspot jumped and started to twist round, wondering if one of the other cats had sneaked up on him, but then he realized it was me, and before he had even turned round fully, that look started to creep over his face…
…and there it was! He stared down his nose at me with a resigned sigh, and drooped his ears, and smiled, as though to say “oh, dear… WHAT are we to DO with you?”