The cat pauses its washing to purr, tail curling rhythmically back and forth. You know perfectly well, it informs Tim smugly. This is all working very nicely now, isn't it? Except now the bait is getting uppity, trying to fight back the surrender the cats have earned. It gives an idle flick of its paw as if batting at a dust mote, and Jay goes flying across the room and into the opposite wall. Jay and I can certainly leave you alone, Tim. Would you like to be left alone?