Ray was relaxing on his chair. Gregg was in his spot, I was in mine, and Juno was lounging on the wooden chair sitting atop the coffee table. Harvey was prowling. He stealthily crept up to Ray's chair. Tentatively, the cat stretched his neck way up and sniffed at Ray's snout. Oblivious, Ray did not move.
With one lightning strike, Harvey bapped the lounging dog on the nose and then darted from the room.
Surprised, Ray drew his head back but otherwise did nothing. Harvey hadn't used claws.
"HEY," said Gregg, "That was MEAN. That was just MEAN."
"It really was," I agreed, "But I don't think Harvey liked the way Ray was 'staring' at him."
"That was just so mean," said Gregg again and again.
We watched as Harvey snuck back into the room and up to Ray and, just because he could, Harvey bapped Ray one more time.
"HEY," said Gregg in absolute outrage.
Ray looked intrigued.