The four of us set out toward Lexington (on which lies DQ), and realized that we were not alone. Trotting about ten paces behind us, came Kitty with his collar bell jingling and talking to himself...or us, I'm not sure.
Jingle, mrow, jingle, mrow, jingle, mrow.
We thought for sure that when we reached Lexington, Kitty would turn around and go home. We even crossed the street.
Instead, he sat on the corner, waiting for a pause in traffic.
Richard said, "Let's go home. If he gets hit by a car, you're going to freak out."
"That's true," I said.
So, we paraded back home.
It was a nice walk anyway.