Let’s play a game.  What could be going on in this picture?

Is it love denied? Or, perhaps, love (longingly and maddeningly) delayed?

I am reminded of a favorite quote:

One kind kiss before we part,
Drop a tear and bid adieu;
Though we sever, my fond heart
Till we meet shall pant for you.

So touching.  And sweet. And anthropomorphic.

I suppose, alternatively, they could be thinking this:

You furry little weird freak, get off my property before I come down there and show you what’s up.

Cats. They do make for such beautiful muses.