“Don’t look like that,” said my trainer.

“Like what?,” I said through gritted teeth.

“Like that cat in Shrek-what’s his name (English is not my trainer’s first language, so he was struggling to remember the name), when he has that expression he puts on to get people to do what he wants.”

I nearly fell to the floor in surprise. I knew what expression he meant. A has said for years that I have a couple of puss-in-boots looks, but I thought it was limited to my crazy husband thinking his wife resembled a feline.

So apparently, I look like this when I am trying to wriggle out of an exercise:

A says I also do the evil puss look:

I can only hope my whiskers aren’t as prominent.

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