Barley, when he is not being an outright jerk, is a very sweet clown. When I’m working from home, there is usually a point in the afternoon where he insists on being in my lap, despite the fact that there isn’t much room for him there. If I deny him, this is what happens. Well, first, he’ll stand on his hind legs with his front paws on the arm of the chair or on my thigh, begging me to let him up. Then when I ignore him, he settles into this stink eye.
It’s a really good think he’s so cute (and also warm).