I catch up to the mad dog just as it breaches the line from shadowy corridor to sunlit sidewalk. The dog jumps at a young human and I kick off from the ground and hurtle toward it, hopefully fast enough for an interception. Read on →
I walk along the stone paths that line either side of the traveling beasts’ designated running spaces. Amazing how well behaved they are, passing each other going in opposite directions and not once stopping to smell one another or fight. There are a few times where their growls are interrupted by what almost sounds like a shriller version of the honking that some of the water birds make, but nothing seems to come of these outbursts. Maybe that’s just how they talk. Personally, all I can think as I watch them pass is that with their power they could easily overpower these two-leggers if they tried. Though there are a lot of signs that indicate that the two-leggers have some special powers about which I do not know. Or maybe it’s the ‘knowing’ part that is holding me back from doing what they do. When I think about it, I still seem to be on top though – the two-legger could not make me budge from his food-beast, the traveling beasts obey the two-leggers without fail, any normal cats would be below all of the latter in apparent physical power, and the birds and insects are, as always, fair game for anyone that can catch them.
And then I see a wolf accompanying a two-legger. Read on →