After he sat with me on a tree branch for several days, I finally couldn't help but ask, "I'm in a daze, what are you doing?"
He said: "I'm in a daze with you."
The cat kept staring at me like this while we were talking, as if she was afraid that if she didn't pay attention to me, she would pounce on me and crush the man.
I flew down from the branch, looked up and said to him: "Well, goodbye. I don't want to be in a daze now, I want to go home and sleep."