Neighborly affections?

I don't know how I feel about going from being called "cat lady" to "psycho chick." I suppose anyone would be even the teensy bit offended.

There is this one guy that lives in the apartment building across from us that has always been super-friendly. He always seems to be hanging out on his front porch and watching the goings on in the parking lot. Whenever I take the trash out to the dumpster, he feels the need to tell me about the crazy antics our cats have been up to. He also likes to tell me how cute it is that me and my "man" have matching cars. He usually greets me as "cat lady," but today when I pulled up on my scooter, he rolled into the parking lot in his white 90's Chrysler mini-van and yelled out the window at me, "HEY PSYCHO CHICK!"