Rhubarb in a pensive mood.
I believe his exact thought is “How long do I need to lie here looking cute before somebody rubs my tummy?”
Or perhaps it’s “I’m beginning to see the point of vertical mice.”
On a third paw, this being Rhubarb, it could well be “On the whole, I’d prefer a chin skritch.”
Regardless, cuddles were awarded shortly after Maggie took the picture.
And there was, as Monty Python would say, much rejoicing.