She seemed to take a wicked satisfaction in making poor Jett ridiculous, and laughed and chuckled and scolded till the cat looked as if he were ready to drop from very shame.
Urging him on with, 'Get up, get up, you lazy thing,' she refused to be shaken off till his body was actually dragging on the floor, a sign of his complete humiliation.

As soon as he threw off his unwelcome burden, Jett always ran away to hide.

With his tail slinking, his ears drooping, and crawling rather than walking, he was the most abject-looking, miserable cat in existence.

Bessie meanwhile flirted herself saucily and chuckled with the conscious air of having done a very smart thing.".