I almost ran over a cat tonight. Well, not really almost, but it could have happened. He (why do I assume this?) was walking out of a yard into the street. He didn't hear me coming. I hissed at him, he looked up and saw me, then turn around and ran off. I guess cats don't expect bicycles to be coming down the street, and certainly don't expect them to be (relatively) quiet. People don't expect cyclists either. I guess we are kind of like the Spanish Inquisition in that respect.
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