Tel us about the experience of being outside, looking in — however you’d like to interpret that.
“Tabby why don’t you go outside and take a breath of fresh air?”
“Do what? Air is air, it is always fresh. And I don’t want to go out.”
“Don’t ask silly questions. The window has a crack.”
“I know, but it has been there for a few days.”
“Who cracked it? I am sure it was Roschti.”
“No Tabby, it just cracked.”
“Things don’t just crack Mrs. Human. I am convinced I am being watched with every paw move I make. Bubu and Butch told me they saw Roschti in my territory.”
“But Tabby you are also a feline and it might be that Roschti would like to make friends and not feel so much as an outsider.”
“Making friends does not exist in meow. We paw our way through life, it is a matter of building up a reputation of being the one that is respected. In my territory I am the gatto di tutti gatti and the others can just look in at a distance, with respect.”
“But I noticed if Roschti appears you run away.”
“That is a bagatelle Mrs. Human. We are just playing, practicing at establishing our borders.”
“But how come you establish borders when you run away.”
“I am not running away, I am just showing Roschti where the borders are. Get that window repaired Mrs. Human, any intruding feline could break through.