Escape from a cat

In the parking lot of the Writers' Center yesterday, I saw a black cat that had been very friendly with several of us as we were leaving last time. So cat lover that I am, I called the cat, which came bounding through the snow towards me.I petted the cat, who meowed loudly and rubbed on my legs, also flopping over onto its side for a tummy rub. After a couple minutes of this, I said my goodbyes and attempted to make my way down the sidewalk. Oops. Every step I took, the cat was in front of me, leaning hard on my legs, not letting me go forward. I understood it's diabolical plan now. It wanted to abduct me and enslave me as its personal back scratcher. Every time I tried to go forward, there was the cat in my way again, pushing me back. What to do?In a sudden fit of enlightenment I realized that I was bigger than the cat. I stepped quickly over the cat and continued down the sidewalk. Feeling a small pang of guilt (or was it Stockholm syndrome?), I glanced back over my shoulder to see how the cat reacted to my escape. The cat was completely ignoring me, of course.I love cats.