Pick out one or two neighbors who get your buns. Or bake like a mad man.

In my family we have two cats. 

Ninja is the eldest. She is white and a bit gray. In the mornings she used to lie in bed long after I got up. Ninja is hard to pet and refuses to be carried. She has much integrity and usually looks a bit sleepy. One could say that she looks a little angry. But she isn't. 

Then there is Leo. Leo is orange and white. And fat. He usually sits all day and looks down into a hole in the asphalt. Something or someone has, probably once long ago, tripped in the hole and Leo is waiting for it to happen again.

An old artist lives a few floors below us. He drives a tram some nights. His apartment is full of pictures and coming home to him is like stepping into another world. 

Sometimes when we get home after work his door is ajar. He sleeps alone in his bed and my cats have claimed a cushion each on his couch. I usually whistle or whisper cat names and then they bounce down from the couch, one by one, and walk into our apartment. Then I close the door. 

Bonus: Recipe for great buns