She's funny. Sometimes she chases him across the house, all puffed up and evil glare (which her evil glare could stop a bear). Other times she literally crawls on top of him and begs for loving.
This was one of those times. He was sound asleep on my Mom's lap. Rocket just barely managed to crawl up the chair and sat on top of him. She then nudged his head until her groomed her a little before settling back down sleepily.