Furry escort
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Whilst hobbling slowly back home from the MRT station, I saw my favourite cat lying lazily on someone’s car, totally comfy and laid-back. His position was so laid-back that I whipped out my phone to capture a shot of him. Unfortunately, my phone camera was a tad too slow for him for my approaching him had startled him into getting down from the car.
Instead of running away from me, he walked towards me, and started rubbing himself against my pants and feet, as though he was greeting me. Not only that, he decided to escort me part of the way as I slowly limped home. What a friendly cat!
Somehow or other, he knew that I was going to cross beyond his home territory. Once I reached the border, he plonked his butt firmly on the ground and watched me for quite a while, as I made my way away from him. It was as though he was keeping a look-out for me, to make sure I limped safely back home.
If only he didn’t belong to someone else…