Mad as a cat

She was mad – one might even describe it as cataclysmically livid. She focused her ire at the entire family and made us aware of her displeasure with a decidedly cold shoulder and stiff whiskers. We all knew the cause of her chagrin and weren’t about to give in to her demands. She gave us a silent, loathing stare with piercing green eyes while standing expectantly by the back door. Her intense gaze was unrelenting. As were we. None of us was about to back down, despite the death wishes she was throwing our way via her highly-evolved extrasensory perceptive skills.