Figaro Scares me
December 4th 2008 21:00
Photo by Cep21. Courtesy of Wikimedia Commons.
It’s amazing how furtive cats can be. Coming home one night, tired from a long day at work, I was walking along the laneway that leads to my street when something suddenly darted from underneath the parked car beside me. Whatever it was gave me a fright and I gasped. The black thing raced past my legs only to re-appear in front of me. I looked down and slowly I made out the slim figure of Figaro, the cat who lives near the laneway.
Figaro looked as scared as I was. When I bent down to stroke him, he looked reluctant and adopted the scaredy cat pose.
But when I softly said “Hello, Figaro” he recognised my voice and relaxed. He dropped his pose and let me stroke him. He even lifted his bum up. A few strokes later, he came over and rubbed his body against my legs before he walked off.
I started walking as well, only to notice Figaro walking alongside me. Wondering if he was literally going to walk me home, I watched him but then came a drain and Figaro stopped to inspect it, parting our company.
I haven’t had the chance to get a photo of him yet but he looks just like the cat in the picture above.
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