Tonight the momcat Mister Mittens was perched at an upstairs window when I walked by. I told her that I still had three cans of beer and a pint of cheap wine and that she could come to bed with me if she stayed naked and young.

This was her reaction:

No.

I had taken a picture of my grandchildren downstairs and on my way back to my desk upstairs I caught the momcat Mister Mittens snoozing at a window. I stopped to pet her head, rub her ears, and stroke the back of her neck. She licked my right hand and 'snuzzled' my hand with the side of her head. And then she let out an enormous yawn. That is what I caught in the photograph up above.

Her legs and claws are underneath her and they'd be the first things out if she felt she was in danger or was pissed off or thought she could be in danger.

'Twas just a long yawn by the Momcat and QP was able to snap it.