I admit, I love fuckin' with T's cat. He's a little turd and he deserves it. Tonight he was sitting on the back of the couch with me and I was petting him. He snarled at me and popped me. Bastard! I say, it's ON now, bitch. So I just touch him, but only while he's cleaning himself and he growls at me. Which is the funniest little sound, sorta like Katherine Hepburn gettin' wound up. so I give him some skritches to let him know I'm not going to torture him. He'll then start cleaning my hand. Then I go back to touching him and I get more snarls. Play with his paws. Snarl. Me? Giggle.
He tortures the other cats, so I'm just repaying the behavior.