I tried to say, “Hullo, kitty.”, but, then, you went a bit berserk, screaming that you were not a feline being.
Of course, I see you are carrying a camera since you just returned from the shedrow where you took photos of race participants—cats cannot be as creative.
Some argue that your lack of a mouth makes it easier for you to roll the role of a Simon Pure, but I understand that such a notion carries little motion. ; )
If you could add a chyron to the bottom of each photo that says “Hello, ‘horsey name’.”, it would not be lame, but rather, a thoughtful game.
A horse is a horse, of course. But, a cat is not a cat when whiskers are lashes and ears are bows and conformity is an absurdity. So, that is all which there is to know about a not-a-cat—at least for right meow. ; )