He thought he saw a black cat streak by, yet it was only a shadow.
That would have been one amongst the countless cat-shadows he'd seen that week – if it were actually a shadow. Its keen, orange-gold eyes met his own as it stopped, midway across his path, and simply stood there. A cool, mid-summer breeze twirled leaves at its feet, yet the cat's eyes never flinched.
Then, it leapt away, only its shadow left behind.