The One with the Cat

Today a cat followed me home. Weird-ness.

First of all, I'm not that into cats. They like to intimidate with beady little stares which borders on creepy. So imagine my surprise when a black cat leaped to her feet and followed me as I was climbing the usual everest home. I thought it was pure coincidence that this black furball was prancing beside me but soon it dawned upon me that it was following me. I hopped up a step and it hopped up with me, I ran up 3 steps and it followed and back-tracked when I did. Wow. I have my own 4-legged 3D shadow.

So I did what anyone would do. I said shoo. Did it shoo away like a good kitty? Of course not. It followed me up the slope, quietly prancing away and sniffing my paper bag of altered clothes and perhaps hoping for something to eat. I felt my heart strings tug for this furball and decided to rummage the house for something furballs like to eat. Overdued famous amos cookies? Godiva Choco balls? Expired prawn crackers? Perhaps the kitty is into Gardenia Bread?

I settled for a small dish of milk because in Tom and Jerry, Tom is always seen slurping a bowl of milky goodness. So I cradled the dish to my gate and was greeted by sans furball. The kitty apparently ran out of patience and took off in search for better tasting cuisine. Basket-balls

So how was your Thursday? :)