I was on a mission one day, running through a clearing adjacent the forrest. I noticed a deathly silence, only the rustling trees and foot steps did I hear. Out of nowhere a large pride of stray cats appeared, joining my run. How did I know they were not ferrel but strays? They sported collars and a few were tinkling with tiny little bells. We all ran, ran, ran . . . you see it was the zombie apocalypse and the cats I believe all lost their servants to the Grey Plague. . .
(A little bit of fiction)
Pi takes an evening walk.