As I hurried to work one morning, a cat sat on the footpath staring at me. It’s eyes widened the closer I got, I could hear it’s little brain ticking over trying to establish if I was a threat.

Seeing as my port of call lay straight ahead, I had no choice but to continue, so the cat obviously landed on ‘threat’ as a final decision. It legged it off down the exact same path I took, looking over it’s shoulder at regular intervals for updates on my coordinates.

This mini drama unfolding started off as amusing, then it got highly irritating. I mean, seriously, just cross the road, you fool. You must have experienced at some point what stupid lumbering things humans are, that surely you can outsmart us. Especially one that has no interest in you whatsoever.

It was only when I got to the office door that I had the power to end it. The cat never saw me leave the street. I can just imagine it’s stupid little face looking back to see nothing. The confusion it must of felt. I wonder if it told it’s cat friends about that fateful day on a cold July morning, a morning much like any other, when it almost lost it’s life.