I was cycling home today, going down the patch of sidewalk just before my house. (Incidentally, I was on the sidewalk because this city's bike lanes are good, but not perfect, and I ain't bravin' rush hour traffic on the cycle just yet.) Anyway, I suddenly noticed that there was a cat on said sidewalk, right in front of me. "KITTY!" I exclaimed loudly, as any 29 year-old male is wont to do when outdoors and faced with an unexpected cute furry creature. (I have also been known to exclaim "bunny!", "squirrel!", "groundhog!", and on one memorable occasion "deer?".) I was fully expecting the cat to obey its feline instincts and bolt at a sudden, loud noise coming from nearby. Instead, it jumps up, startled, turns to face me--and then rolls onto its back and starts pawing the air.
It looked a lot like this:
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| "What, is this an inappropriate reaction to the vehicle hurtling toward my head?" |
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So I swerve to avoid running over the thing, and nearly steer directly into incoming traffic before I right myself.
Now, I know that I carry some blame here. I declared my presence in a tone and manner that suggested that I wouldn't be adverse to applying a tummy rubbing to a kitty cat. And under other circumstances, said tummy rubbing would indeed be dutifully applied. But there is a time and a place, kitty cat. There. Is. A. Time. AND. A. PLACE.
Please spay and neuter your pets, folks.
Later Days.
2 comments:
One time I was on a train with my sister, and we were having a very serious conversation when suddenly she yelled, "BUNNY!" loud enough for the entire carriage to turn and look at us. There was a bunny in the field.
It strikes me that for some, the time and the place is "now" and "everywhere."
I'd say that being on a train constitutes both the time and the place. Pointing out that there's a bunny in a field? Your sister was performing a public service.
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