Scout & I walked past this cat this morning. He/she/they (we didn’t get into preferred gender pronouns) didn’t move, no matter how close Scout got – until eventually the cat stepped off the pavement and sat down on the street.
Several cars came by and she did not move one inch. Honestly, only her head moved as the cars approached. My response from afar was to take a number of photos as cars worked their way around her. Eventually a lady in a Renault Clio stopped, got out of her car, and shoo’ed the cat off the road.
It was then it occurred to me that instead of standing there taking pictures, maybe I should have hustled the cat to safety. I’m hoping the reason I didn’t do that was because: (a) I have faith in cats’ abilities to look after themselves, and (b) in this small town traffic moves slowly; and it was not because I don’t like cats.
Oh dear, this doesn’t reflect well, does it?