Right before Memorial Day I picked up some mulch for my annual "mulch the monument" session at Nichols Pond in Spencer. Unfortunately the skies were turning threatening when I arrived, so it remained more mulching than weeding.
As I ripped open the bags to beat the rain, the orange cat from Donna's hairstyling came over to say "hi." He is a downtown cat who visits regularly by the door of the Parkview Restaurant and the school.
He's friendly without being obnoxiously affectionate. Someone told me his name, and I have forgotten it. Maybe someone local will read this and leave it in the comments.
He lounged around while I worked, but he, too, was casting an eye at the dark skies and rumblings of thunder. As I finished up, the thunder grew louder, and he wisely headed home.
This was the kicker. Instead of immediately crossing the road, or walking all the way down the sidewalk to the point across from his house and crossing there...he walked down to the painted crosswalk, stepped off the curb and stood quietly waiting until the cars stopped, and crossed between the lines to the other side.
I had my flip video camera. Did I think to take video of this? Of course not. Instead I stood there laughing saying "Is he really doing that? No. No, he is REALLY DOING THAT!"
I'm sure he's learned this from the kids coming home from school who always stop and cross there, and any number of other village folk he has accompanied during the day.
I wonder what the people in the cars thought?