There was a grey cat (also unlike the picture above) wandering down the street... searching for entertainment? What do cats do to waste their time? At 3am?
Anyway, so Jess crouches down and makes noises, calling to it. It didn’t move. But as soon as I bent down it immediately looked at me and rushed towards me. There we were, patting a random person’s cat in the middle of the night.
Then Jess goes back home, and she says, “The kitty will walk you home.”
I laughed.
But it did. It walked with me. Sometimes ahead of me. Sometimes I had to call it to follow me. But it still did.
It stopped across the road from my house, so I sat with it for a bit and patted it. I felt like lying there on the road, watching the stars with this random cat. But I didn’t.
I didn’t want to leave it. But I did anyway. I walked to my front porch and it was still sitting there in the night, staring at me. All I could see were its eyes glowing in the darkness, locked on me. For a few moments before I went inside, I was standing there, and the cat was sitting across the road, and we were just staring at each other. It was almost like we had a connection, a freaky cat-person connection. Or maybe it was just a trick of the night.
Somehow the night makes things appear magical, unreal.
About an hour later I heard what suspiciously sounded like a cat shrieking, and that worried me.
Weird.

I don’t even like cats.