Pogue doesn't get mad...so much as frustrated. Like when he thinks I'm taking too long mixing up his breakfast. He sinks his teeth into my calf, and when I look down to scold him, he looks back at me with this expression like "I have no idea why I just did that."
Poo used to follow the "don't get mad, get even" edict. If she was really mad, she'd back up to a wall wherever I was, and pee on it...looking me in the eye the whole time.
Poo used to follow the "don't get mad, get even" edict. If she was really mad, she'd back up to a wall wherever I was, and pee on it...looking me in the eye the whole time.