Psycho

I was desperate to escape the chemical stench in my flat so I went out to find something to do. The cat first tried to kill me by getting underfoot, as it always does, on the stairs. Stupid animal, if I collapse on top of it it is not going to survive. Then it decided it would be a fun game to follow me as I went to see if anything exciting was going on in the neighbourhood. Well, there were exciting things going on, but I didn't know any of the people in the flats. So I ended up taking the cat for a walk. I think I lost her about Brown street, and as I unfortunately failed to find anything interesting, I bet her home. How sad is that? At least I don't have a pink collar.
Anyway, i wonder if the cat tries to trip me on the stairs because she knows she could eat my carcass for weeks?