A cat I used to have had a chair we called his “fighting chair”. It was in the living room and he loved to sleep on it and hated to be bothered when doing so. If you petted him while he was in the chair, you’d soon feel the claws, teeth and bunny kicks. If I dared to do it with bare skin, he’d take it easy on me. However, if I had a thick sweatshirt on, it was no-holds barred.

What did you do to this poor baby!

That isn’t an angry look for a cat. That’s a chill look.

Eyes open wider for angry in order to gather targeting information.

Ooohhh you messed up, obviously.