The curious incident of the cat in the night time

He walks in silence down the sidewalk, in deep thought, digging his hands into the enormous pockets of his overcoat. He looks behind, over his shoulder every now and then, as if expecting to see someone creeping up quietly. There are worry lines, on his forehead, creases that have formed over the years. He’s not worried now, but they remain, permanent marks on his face. A cat walks in front of him, an easy, sinewy gait. He eyes it with suspicion; he begins to quicken his pace. The cat walks on, not bothered by his footsteps that are closing in on it. He walks behind, now getting worried, those creases deepen and a drop of sweat appears on his forehead. The cat continues to be unbothered. The sweat drop trickles into the first of the creases. Suddenly the cat stops. The sweat drop freezes in transit, between the second and third creases. His eyes dart in all directions and fix on the cat.

Ever so slowly the cat turns around. Looks him in the eye. His eyes flicker for a mili second but he’s not about to give up. He stares hard, burning his gaze into its eyes. The cat begins to look bored, but he sees an evil grin beginning to form. He’s all set; today he’ll finish the story once and for all.

The cat opens in mouth, as if to say something wise, but only a meow comes out. He lets out a war cry and lurches forward (this scene is in slow motion)
He’s running with his coat flying like a cape behind, the cat’s expression changes from boredom to evil indifference to surprise and fear. It skillfully prances on its hind legs, and tiptoes away like a ballet dancer, while the man is in mid air. Arms flying madly, mouth open in determination first, and then as the situation changes, in mere stupidity. Now the cat has moved away and watches from the view of a spectator as the man tries desperately to break his inevitable fall with hopeless antics. But gravity shall not be defied. It draws him closer with open arms and he reciprocates in a similar manner. They meet with a dull thud. A few stars form above his head and a couple of tiny birds join in. one comet whizzes past.

The cat has vanished. The man remains loyal to gravity for what seems like an eternity. Slowly he gets up, dusts himself and looks around. No witnesses. Good.
He walks slowly and disappears into a dark alley. This is not over.