"The eyes of an animal have the capacity of a great language.
I sometimes look into the eyes of a house cat.
Undeniably, this cat began its glance by asking me with a glance that was ignited by the breath of my glance, 'Can it be that you mean me? ...Do I concern you? ...What is that?'
There the glance of the animal, the language of anxiety, had risen hugely - and set almost at once.
Just now the It-world had surrounded the animal and me, then the You-world radiated from the ground for the length of one glance, and now its light has died back into the It-world."
- Martin Buber, I and Thou