"Cats always like to be called 'good,' you know.

All of us are flattered when we're praised for something we aren't.

A dog doesn't care much about being called 'good.' Because he knows he is.

But a cat..." As he talked, Gavin scratched gratingly on the tree trunk, and gazed up in ostentatious admiration at the coy Simon Cameron.
The Persian, like all his kind, was foolishly open to admiration.

Brice's look, his crooning voice, his entertaining fashion of scratching the tree for the cat's amusement all these proved a genuine lure.