Pursuant to Below, I Can Only Imagine How This Looks

I was lugging and talking to the towel-ensconced cat--wrapped up in manner of an infant for maximum immobilization--and showing her my neighbor's backyard through the kitchen window, because she likes to see said neighbor's poodle, and distractive techniques are good when you're killing a couple of minutes. At this point, my neighbor came out his back door and, looking surprised to see me in the window, waved to me. Oh dear. It's possible he thinks I'm either very, very sad or very, very insane.