Vinny is really a very congenial, expressive cat.
He's not one of those sneaky, passive-aggressive, do-what-I-want-or-I'll-piss-in-your-favorite-shoes kind of a guy. He doesn't even get into the trash can. Mostly he just follows me around chattering in Catonese, his tail shivering and shaking in excitement when I talk back to him, and only occasionally whines when I pick him up and cart him around.
About the only thing he does to truly annoy me (other than drinking out of the toilet) is when he plays what I call the "Hop on Pop" game whereby, when I'm sleeping in and he's ready to be paid attention to, he will launch himself on top of me in a bounce-bounce-bounce pattern and then sit by my head and just stare intently. Who knew a 9-pound cat could make himself feel like 50?
Regardless, I'm convinced he doesn't have it in him to be deceptive...
At night, when we're snuggling down for a good old fashioned cuddle, if I stop petting him or don't pet him in just the right way, he'll purr purr purr and nuzzle...but his tail betrays him.
*THWAP* It comes thumping down on my arm.
He winds it up, swings back and up and *THWAP* down it comes again.
It is impossible to ignore. A 9-pound cat's tail carries a significant amount of weight. Something to do with physics and force = mass times acceleration. Anyway! He will continue to beat me, throwing his tantrum with his tail, until I make all necessary adjustments to my behavior to satisfy him.
Then, and only then, will his *THWAP*ing turn into the sweetest, most gentle caresses with that very same tail...as though he's petting me.