I was driving home from work. I was just minding my own business. A street light turned red.
Traffic slowed and stopped. As the last car ceased moving, a cat step from behind a light standard and used the crosswalk.
The cat crossed the road. Why? It doesn’t matter. Like all cats, she was the ultimate ruler of her demesne. How she used it was her business.
As the cat strutted through the crosswalk, she look at the halted traffic. The message was clear. ‘I made the traffic stop as is my right.’
Because this was my brother’s story and not mine, it ends here with the cat reigning supreme.
I’d have a coyote, the mangiest of predators, dart out to get it. And then both could get hit by a police car starting a Blues Brothers style pileup.
No people get hurt in Blues Brother style car pileups. Only varmints.
The cat finished crossing in the crosswalk. The light changed again and everyone went home.