This guy lives on our front porch; he lounges on a little metal table by the front window, facing the street.
Max noticed him today.
Max has been talking to him off and on all afternoon, and now well into the evening, yowling as if he's pleading for that other kitty to turn around and pay attention.
I can't seem to convince him that it's a lost cause.
I'm pretty sure I'll be listening to him plead with that ceramic kitty all night long.