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Ok, so I’m walking home appreciating the first day of snow.. and a cat walks over. I paws (heh) so as not to startle it. It walks over like it’s going to cross my path, so I wait.
I look down at it. It looks over at me and continues walking. Assuming it’s going to get out of the way I also begin to walk. It stops right in my way, drops and rolls over.
Huh?
It runs away along the path. I keep walking. Again, it stops in my way, drops and rolls over. I approach it and once again it fleas (heh).
Um, ok.. I think to myself. I continue on my way. A woman calls out in french to it, and apologizes for it. Oh.. they’re taking their cat out for a walk. How very cool, not enough people do that.
I approach the cat, it drops and rolls over. I rub it a little.. play-fight and it runs away a bit. It continues to follow along with me and I wrestle with it a bit more.
I continue on my way, and its guardians walk off another way. The cat follows behind me. Noting that the cat is being called to, I pause to give the cat its leave.
Go figure.. cats like me.
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