Tonight, I had scolded Buster about his sharp and pointy claws.

When I sit at the computer, he likes to sit in my lap. When he cleans,
or shifts position, he also grabs hold with his claws, to stabilise
himself.

I told him if he clawed my legs one more time, he would have to get
up. Well, he did it again, so I rolled the chair over to the bed,
which is his cue to get up and move to the bed.

Well, Buster decided to stomp (twice!) on the most tender parts of the
male anatomy, on his way out of my lap. I swear he grinned before
grousing out into his time-out position on the bed (grin).

Hugs and Purrs,
Mark