‘The joy of having cats is while out for a walk on a lovely fall day, you find yourself being followed. When stopping a friendly cat rubs against your leg preventing forward progress.’
This was the meeting with the cat who started my ‘joy of cats.’ She appeared out of nowhere and after the initial encounter stealthily followed me down the road. She continued to run ahead, brushing my legs then would stop allowing for a catch up.
The feelings of guilt seemed unreasonable upon my running away in order to get home alone.
She found me again and eventually left a mini version of herself to look after.