[He was crouched, wiggling his hindquarters, ready to leap at Keith, until he was grabbed the moment he moved. He strugglesa bit, twisting, but the gripnon his scruff makes him go limp somewhat so he can only turn his ears back and glance at Shiro. Aww.
Okay fine. Once he's released he bolts away from him and sits, leering slightly, but then taking a sitting posture that seems to indicate he doesn't care. Cats man.]