
I turned a corner in downtown Sacramento and noticed a rather large cat - say, 25 pounds? - in the middle of the sidewalk ahead. He looked at me, looked at the great dane that was off-leash behind me, and then turned back to lick himself. He could have cared less that we were coming closer.
As I walked past, I heard a voice; I turned to see a young boy in a Spiderman outfit. He ran to the cat, slid in front of him, and threw open his book to start reading.