Meow! Meowmeowmeowmeowmeow X 14

Not just a few minutes ago we were walking back home from a domestic kind of dinner, she carrying a ring light bulb, me carrying a four step ladder we had to pick up so we could replace the burnt out kitchen bulb with the new one.

Just before we turned the corner to our street, we were greeted by the sight of a group of cats, most of whom were vaguely familiar as regulars around the area. The weird thing is, they all ran towards us, some of them mewing, some of them making low noises, others just staring. They all gathered around and stared at us, but none of them would let us touch or pet them. Nor however, would they go away.

I was mildly amazed when the girlfriend took count and revealed that fourteen of the little bastards had surrounded us. It was just like that moment in that Stephen King movie, Sleepwalkers, except that we weren’t demons in human form and the cats weren’t trying to kill us and rip us to pieces and Madchen Amick wasn’t screaming in the background about being raped by a half-dead demon, but other than that it was exactly like that. Exactly.

I have no idea of what, if anything, this means.