Graymatter

To me the stare is her signature. At the time, judging by the slight tilt to her lip, left side, which I considered to be a sneer, she wasn't happy about having her picture taken.

Perhaps she believed I was attempting to capture her soul, or her kitten essence, whatever. With the tail straight out behind her, it's difficult to tell whether she wanted to run, or was expecting a treat to compensate for the abuse.

With cats, and especially with Graymatter, it's all about the treats. She gets downright ferocious when I toss her one, attacks it as if it's alive, boots it around and pounces on it to devour the little beastie before it might escape her assault.