So one of the most international disagreements for the longest time was Dogs Vs Cats. Now I'm a total dog person through and through but I had a good relationship with a cat for a good amount of time.
You know what? let me explain.
Cat got your tongue?
It was just a regular day. I was going to my grandma's house, which, by the way, is very close to mine. Just to clarify, 'close' means within a thirteen-mile radius.
Anyway, back to the story. As I was saying, it was a regular day at grandma's. Feeling bored, I wandered outside to the front lawn, which, for the record, was and still is quite small. But that's beside the point.
I continued onto the walkway and, to my surprise, found a dead mouse lying there! I rushed inside to tell everyone about my discovery, but they weren't particularly interested.
They simply warned me not to touch it, citing potential germs and rabies. So, I went back outside to take another look at the mouse.
Suddenly, I heard a rustling sound coming from the bushes near the house. Then, I saw a gray and black striped cat emerge.
I thought I recognized it, as I used to throw rocks onto my grandma's driveway and the road, and the cat would chase after them. I impulsively offered the dead mouse to the cat.
Unfazed by my lack of success in entertaining the family, I went back inside to tell them about the cat. Once again, they seemed indifferent.
I spent the rest of my visit observing the cat, and I even witnessed it devouring the mouse. I could hear the crunching of bones as the cat made its meal.
Since that fateful day, whenever we pull into my grandma's driveway I keep an eye on that cat.