Sky Pilot, who lives upstairs. Black.

Clint Eastwood, who lives here. Tan.

My upstairs neighbour and I have been leaving our doors open so Pilot can come down and play. (Clint Eastwood would also be welcome to go up to Pilot’s place, but he’s too shy.)

When my cat has Pilot to play with he isn’t bored and discontented like he usually is. They run fast chasing each other up and down, and then they jump on each other and wrestle, and then they run fast chasing each other up and down again. After awhile they fall asleep and then when they wake up, they do it all again.

Two cats together are allowed to do all the things they aren’t allowed to do with people, especially pouncing, biting, clawing, and kicking. It doesn’t hurt them and nobody gets mad at them.

Clint Eastwood really likes it when Pilot comes down to play, and I do too. QED!