You know a cat can express anger by merely squinting …… and flicking his tail back and forth.
It’s kinda like what’s expressed when an inner city gang member comes around the corner and finds a rival gang’s leader hustling his girl-friend.
The cat frozen in time, stares at you, w/o moving a muscle ….. waiting for the glob to flinch, … waiting for the slightest indication it’s come alive, and move ……, so he can kill it, … and walk away proud. Instead, in one quick flick, he shakes his paw and flips the blob onto the pocket of your new dress shirt.
Looking back, one knows one can laugh about it in the future, when explaining to friends what the stain is from, but at that instant when it happened and you realized you shouldn’t have put so much on his paw, and secondly, you should have just walked away; he needed it and hairball medicine is just part of life!
Besides, you didn’t need to watch his frustration; you deserved it! Either way, you understand how angry he was with you.
So be it. Better than stepping in a wet hairball in bare feet, at night! Or finding it on your pillow, when you turn over, …. in a restless sleep.