Mean kitty

Cat just attacked me for no good reason. There we were in the garden
after I’d just put out the rubbish; we're walking back towards the door
together and he swiped at my leg. I point to him: “What was that for?”
I ask. He swipes at my hand with both front paws, drawing blood, as is
his way. I say – well, I won’t repeat here what I said. So he attacks
my leg again and hisses at me. Uncharacteristically, I decided to hiss
back. He didn’t like that and ran away from me. He’ll come back, all
sweetness and light, soon enough. Little bugger. He is cute when he’s
cute, though.