Taco and I spent a long time staring through the door together.
Sometimes Peter would stare back at us.
And sometimes he would nap.
Taco kept sticking his paw through and trying to swipe at Peter.
Peter just doesn't care.
Taco meows with indignation throughout the ordeal.
I keep telling Taco to mind his manners, or else his friend won't come back to visit us again.