Pierre uses the cat window to catch an elusive late-day sun puddle.
Pierre: No staring at the mancat while he’s basking in the sun!
What? You’re still here?
Yes, I know that the window needs to be washed. Good help is hard to find. But staring at the mancat is impolite.
If I ostentatiously ignore you, will you stop looking?
I see. It’s going to be like that, is it?
Do I need to show you my displeased face?
Still staring at the mancat? *sigh*
All right, then. Come closer. Stare deep into my eyes.
Yooou are getting sleeeeeeeepyyyyyyyy…..
I think that backfired. It’s me who is getting sleepy.
I’m going to nap here in the sun and hope that you’re not still staring at me when I wake up.