For some strange reason, I love the sight of lone animals trotting down urban streets. They can be pet cats just out for a stroll, or more commonly, an urbane fox doing its version of the Italian passeggiata.
Some years ago, I was walking home one night in north Kensington, when I sensed a small animal trotting alongside me. Thinking it was a cat or dog, I looked down - only to find a fox, carrying a box of KFC in its jaws. It looked up at me, as if to say, "What are you looking at?"
Animals on city pavements make me smile, because they remind me that we humans do not own the streets. We are not alone, and that's why strolling pussy cats are absolutely wonderful.
