Back when my living circumstances were different we had multiple cats. Often, we’d take an evening stroll and the cats came too, sans leashes, as we were on a farm. One in particular, the older of the pack, would meander off by himself, and situate himself a little ahead of us, and he would yowl and yowl at the top of his lungs...as if screaming...*I’ve had enuf of this...let’s go home. NOW!* And if we got ahead of him, he bound like a gazelle in the tall grass and start yowling again.
Part of this *pack* was a fluffy guy who loved the snow and he’d follow us out the door and walk in our footprints. He’d follow us out of the yard when we X-C skied and keep to the tracks from the skis to ease his walkie. I was on my skis and he jumped in my path...I tried to avoid him and fell and dislocated my wrist. Oh well.
Good memories....mostly. ;)