There’s a cat that sits on the windowsill.
It has yellow eyes and soft gray fur.
Every time I walk by, it watches me.
It doesn’t blink or move, just stares.
Sometimes I wave, and it tilts its head.
Other times, it follows me with its eyes.
I wonder what the cat is thinking.
Maybe it wants to play, or maybe just look.
I say, “Hello, quiet kitty!” and smile.
The cat blinks once, like it’s saying hi back.