I'll be shopping in a bodega, comparing olive oils and stocking up on raw almonds when I'll see one creep out from behind a shelf and I'll drop my entire shopping basket on the floor. For a split second I think that an unspeakably huge rat has found its way into the food store, and then I realize that it's just the owner's cat. I don't know if the owners think I'm terrified of cats or just a really jumpy person. So far it's always happened when the cat's on the other side of the room, and I pray none of them every surprise me up close since there's a small chance that I could reflexively kick one across the room. I know that the cats are there to chase the rats out and kill the mice, so we're on the same team. It's just the initial surprise that gets me. Maybe I am a little jumpy.
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