Well, Emma, I, and Midnight (my dog--he's the newest member of the family and still getting used to how the cats make the rules around here) were lounging around on the floor in the study, Emma on the lowest shelves, I on a few pillows, and Midnight with his chin tucked under my knee.
As soon as he spotted Emma, who was sitting primly with her shoulders straight and her little white mittens tucked to her belly, he stood up and his tail started going a mile an hour, whining for her to play with him. He trotted up to her--stopped a foot or two away--and she gave him this look. I don't know how to precisely describe the look, but it was a clear snub, a rather snide glare at him, ordering him to do something.
He immediately bowed.
She kept giving him the nasty look, and with a little whine he thumped into a laying position right at her feet. With that, she blinked, giving him a kind smile, and a sort of benevolent-ruler-to-devoted-subject look, and then turned her glare on me.
As soon as he spotted Emma, who was sitting primly with her shoulders straight and her little white mittens tucked to her belly, he stood up and his tail started going a mile an hour, whining for her to play with him. He trotted up to her--stopped a foot or two away--and she gave him this look. I don't know how to precisely describe the look, but it was a clear snub, a rather snide glare at him, ordering him to do something.
He immediately bowed.
She kept giving him the nasty look, and with a little whine he thumped into a laying position right at her feet. With that, she blinked, giving him a kind smile, and a sort of benevolent-ruler-to-devoted-subject look, and then turned her glare on me.