Simple stroll to postbox around the corner.
Sitting in middle of footpath.
Refuses to move.
I hide behind mum (yes I admit it).
Mum tries to get cat to move.
Cat hisses and lunges for me.
I yelped and go further back behind mum (no it didn’t touch me but this thing was evil).
Mum gives up too and we walk across the road to get past the cat.
My ego is bruised.
Cats are evil.
I am snuggling up with toddler’s Froggie and pretending it was all a bad dream.