Monday morning a black cat appeared at Ian’s bus stop.  He shooed it but it only cocked its head.

At work Ian saw it outside his window staring at him, ignoring passersby even when they offered food.

At lunchtime the cat appeared at Ian’s heels.

“Go away!” he shouted.

It only stared.  Then its eyes widened; it crouched, ready to pounce.

A sudden, icy fear seized Ian and he turned to flee.  Moments after the screeching vehicle crushed Ian’s body the cat leaped high into the air, snagging in its claws the invisible prey for which it had so patiently waited.