There is a young cat that lives across the way and we like to look at each other.
I sit behind the sofa on the window sill and peer out of my right eye, then my left, then back to my right, while the young cat just bobbles it's head around like it may fall off. We went through that routine for about an hour this morning while the sun beat down on our silky furs. Although we've never talked, we're friends.
Hello my friend, young cat
Hello my lover, Angelo