A Cat Bird and a Street Evangelist

This past Friday, the Little and I decided to to take Gus for a walk.  Libby insisted on walking and taking my Bible?  I let her take the Bible and walk to the end of our road.  You can imagine my surprise when I turned around to find that following close behind us, almost in a perfect line was our cat.

  

The nosy neighbor up the road, looked down her nose at us,
and said  "you know, there is a cat behind you."
I replied, "yes mam, I know, he is our cat, and he normally waits in your perfectly manicured flower beds while we walk to the park, but seeing as you are in his way I suppose he'll just have to come with us."
Then she said, "well I hope he doesn't get hit by a car,"
then I said, "and I hope he doesn't use your daisy border as a litter box"
...oaky, okay, I wasn't quite that direct, I said something much more polite like, "oh thank you mam, hopefully he'll run on home in a minute."

Anyway, he did not go home, and after trying to shove him in the basket of Libby's stroller unsuccessfully, I just let him follow us and told him that it was his own fault if he got hit by a car.
Turns out that cars were the least of his worries.  A nasty bird that lives on top a street lamp down the road, would not allow him passage.  Every time he tried to walk by she would dive bomb him like a fighter jet.
People were staring at us...and pointing out the obvious...like the nosy neighbor saying, "there is a cat behind you did you know? and he's being attacked by a bird"
In the end, we never made it to the park, we never even made it around the block.  We had to walk the traumatized cat home.  We tried to go a second time and he followed us again, and the bird came after him again.  This time we called it a day.  Trouble came inside  and slept the rest of the afternoon. 
I might just do the same today...
Grace and Peace