I’m sitting outside Cafe Nero.  A crosstant and a cappuccino are on my table.  The sunny sky is blue.  I rip into the croissant, crumbs fall all around me.  Before I can take my first mouthful, I spot the pigeon on the pavement staring at me.  It waddles towards me, then stops to stare at me again.  Other pigeons descend on the pavement.  He takes the lead as they all waddle in unison, coming closer.  Now there are many ways I could handle this situation.  But there is something different about the look this pigeon is giving me.  It’s as if he knows my every thought, he knows, and it terrifies me.  Do I walk away, can I walk way…

I saw the cat looking at me!  Why was it staring at me, want the hell did it want?  The ginger beast didn’t move, it just continued to stare.  Thoughts raced through my mind.  If I moved, would it be provoked it into a crazed psychotic rage, making a beeline a for my throat.  Or did I stay where I was and hope he got bored……