Kinda sounds like you have experience with that... [ Specifically being threatened by neighbors. He Ming eyes him with interest anew. But that's evidence that the tuna tactic might work, so it's unfortunate that he doesn't have— ]

You must really like cats.

[ He holds out a hand. Ahead of them, Strawberry pauses to deign them with a suspicious look, as if asking What are those foolish humans trying now? ]

Can I try one? She seems friendly.

[ Actually, Strawberry seems like the sort of aloof Persian-adjacent fluff that graces the packaging of the kind of cat food that costs more than human food. He Ming remains stubbornly optimistic. ]

Wait, did you mean it depends on how friendly your neighbors are? Or the cats that come to eat the tuna?