One of our cats is sort of high-strung. She’s very sweet, but Particular.

Today I attempted to pet her, she moved, and I ended up sort of crimping her whiskers. When I stood up, I ran my foot into the tripod she was sitting under. 

Evidently she decided she didn’t want any more of me at the moment. 

I wish she’d come up with a way to express that other than grappling and biting my leg, letting go, staring expectantly at me, and repeating until I get the hint. 

Ah, cats.