It's not my fault

The light outside my front door requires a new bulb. It's one of those vaguely irritating non-issues that don't bother me enough to do anything about. Admittedly I means that I step outside into near total darkness, and requires me to find the keyhole through touch alone, but it's not proven much of an obstacle so far. A minor nuisance.

At least that's what I thought. Until I stepped outside and trod on the cat that had taken refuge on my doormat. I was worried for a moment that I might have done the poor creature some serious harm, but although it shot off at some speed, it stopped not too far away, and gave me what I supposed to be a fairly menacing stare. It appeared uninjured thankfully, though I thought I'd best give it a wide berth after that.

After I'd walked off a little way, I looked back and spotted the cat returning to my door mat. I'll be ready for it next time...