Mycroft stared, temper blistering underneath his fair skin, at the pearl colored, short haired cat in his path with disdainful disbelief. For the last ten minutes he had tried to dismiss the cat standing at his front door, but the blasted thing didn't even flinch, just sauntered its way back even after he had tossed it a fair few meters away with his foot. He had originally shut the front door, but then the hellion proceeded to wail pathetically on his front step until his neighbors started looking over the fence in a highly unpleasant rendition of a burrowing owl. Mycroft did not care for them to come over sputtering in indignation, so to spare both his dignity and his ear drums from the caterwauling, he opened the door, with possibly a little too much force, to see the cat standing completely silent, looking for all to see as an innocent bystander who was not just prior trying scream to death the owner of the house it was at. Not a second later, the cat sat on its haunches, leisurely licking it's front left paw to then use it to fluff up as it did so. It was mocking him, Mycroft was sure.
The cat finished its one handed bath, gingerly resting it on top of its other paw and gently looked up towards Mycroft with it's beautifully innocent sunset orange eyes. Mycroft raised an eyebrow at it, recognizing a look of manipulation in the cat's eyes, slowly turning his umbrella around and back in a exact 135 degree turn each time.
"Shoo," he finally said after the stare lasted longer than a minute, "I am in no need of your presence and would like to kindly request of your departure from my home."
The cat's ear flicked and continued to stare with a single blink as an answer.
"What in the world could you possibly want, you devils spawn?" Mycroft barely resisted the urge to snap completely. Instead he continued exasperatedly, "Did you want to stop by for tea and biscuits? Perhaps some milk instead?"
To Mycroft's chagrin, the cat shook off slightly and gracefully made its way past Mycroft through the door. Mycroft couldn't say a thing as it seemed today was a day of pure vexation, and of being one-upped by a common, household pet.