Cat faceoff

The cats stared at each other and I stared at the cats. Slowly, like a leaf towards the sun, one of them turned away. I couldn't say if it was an entente or a surrender. They stayed near each other a while, enemies or friends or some third cat thing that I couldn't understand, until the bang of a bin lid sent them running in opposite directions. I hoped, if there was a winner, that mine had won.