It's clear, my 13lb black cat is looking at me.

He's developed a look about him. I think it's because he looks at the other cat, 24lb, and says, oh god, someone needs to be in charge of this household, saying this can't be, you are awake and the other one is full of himself (weight). So Cleo just lays there, sending little looks, that mean I love you, I hate you, I want to love you, you better behave, or I may swat you

And that swat might get me to sleep, even though in real life it's a soft bump and a kiss on my forehead. But sometimes it's best to fictionalize, you know?