I met this strikingly handsome cat who had tucked himself away in a wet market in Dover Road.
The distinct and symmetrical pattern on his face reminds me of The Mask.
He didn't seem to mind me squatting on my toes and snapping shots of him. In fact, he patiently posed for me for a good ten minutes while I experimented with different camera angles, none of which I can show off here, by the way, since squatting on my toes resulted in too many shaky shots.
Suddenly, a voice boomed overhead, "Miss, ah... what you doing, huh?"
I looked up and there was a man peering over my head, staring intently at my camera's flip screen.
"Oh... cat, ah?" he sneered.
Three minutes later, the guy was still behind me and showing no signs of leaving. Just as I decided to get up and leave, it was the cat who decided first that he had had enough of the man. He got up, scowled at the dude (who by the way did not seem particularly fond of felines)...
... And marched right up the stairs.