The Mino glanced at Ursula, then looked from her disdainfully to his master.
'Are you a bully, Mino ?' Birkin asked.
The young slim cat looked at him, and slowly narrowed its eyes.

Then it glanced away at the landscape, looking into the distance as if completely oblivious of the two human beings.
'Mino,' said Ursula, 'I don't like you.

You are a bully like all males.' 'No,' said Birkin, 'he is justified.

He is not a bully.

He is only insisting to the poor stray that she shall acknowledge him as a sort of fate, her own fate: because you can see she is fluffy and promiscuous as the wind.