damn felines

Lucky walks down the street, looking left and right, left and right, watching for food, cars, and feet, all of which are common on a sunny Sunday afternoon. He spots a cat, sitting on a wall, staring back at him with those yellow eyes, swishing its tail back an forth, back and forth. Lucky barks, like he should, (he is a dog of course) and the cat hisses at him and scampers across the wall and disappears into a window on the apartments. Satisfied, Lucky walks down the street, running through puddles from the open fire hydrant that the kids play in, shaking off the water after he is far enough away. He walks down to the park, and sits next to his owner's grave, and sleeps in the afternoon sun.