I was out on my morning walk and had sat down outside the town cemetery to get some gravel out of my shoes when a small tabby patch cat trotted over to me. It rubbed against me, nuzzled my hands, and then jumped in my lap. I finished putting my shoes back on, petted the cat for a few minutes, and then got up to continue my walk. The cat trotted right behind me and followed me for the next half mile. I tried running (it ran after me), shaking my water bottle on it (it didn’t move, making me feel really bad for wetting the poor cat), and finally I walked back to the cemetery. I called Jon on my cell phone and asked him to come and get me because I didn’t want this cat following me on the rest of my walk because it could get lost, run over by a car, or hurt by a dog. Jon came and got me and dropped me off about 4 blocks away.

My hunch is that the cat was in heat and either smelled Freya and Edda on me or was attracted to me because I’m in that time of the month right now.