As I was nearing my office en route to work this morning, I saw a couple walking down the street together while carrying a cat. This was no small kitten – it was a large, orange tabby, who I am assuming must have been heavy for he was traded back and forth between the couple. His favorite position seemed to be forward facing, with paws over his master’s clasped arms, bent at his mid section, and back legs dangling. He did not claw, he did not try to get away, in fact, he just looked around and appeared not the least bit unhappy about the situation. This certainly could not have been their first outing together. I watched the trio walk down the street until they were at the adjacent stop light from me – all of us waiting for the light to turn green so we could carry on with our respective journeys. For a minute the cogs in my mind spun and I tried to connect the dots. Who carries a full-grown cat down the street? What was their story? What could they possibly be up to? The scene defied explanation so I just smiled and considered myself fortunate to have been a witness. I continued north -- the cat-walkers continued south -- and for a brief moment in time, our paths crossed.
