[ WP ] After a near death experience you realize that the devil is your guardian angel

I loved the air of the early evening. The sun was just beginning to set, and it painted the sky with bright, beautiful colours. I stopped for a second, just to appreciate the view. Strolls like this were a perfect way to relieve the tension of a hard day's work. In front of me stopped a cat. It was white, with ginger spots. 
 
 It meowed. 
 
 I squatted, moving my head closer to the creature. It looked so soft. A rustling in the bushes to my left tore my attention away from the cat. A sharp dressed man with deep, red eyes walked out, hand in his pockets. Before I could say a thing, he kicked the cat. It ran off, across the street. 
 
 He turned to face me. 
 
 My mouth was agape as I struggled to think of something to say. 
 
 `` What the hell?'' I asked. 
 
 `` Correct.'' He said, seeming to revel in the answer that only confused me further. `` And you're welcome.'' 
 
 His face was so smug. 
 
 `` Y-y-you ca n't just kick a cat!'' I exclaimed. 
 
 `` I just did. You did n't want to touch it anyway.'' 
 
 `` Yes I did. I wanted to touch the cat. I still do.'' 
 
 `` No you do n't. Cats have diseases.'' 
 
 With his smugness nearing critical mass, he turned on his heel and walked around the corner. I was dumbfounded for around half a minute; then I chased after the stranger. 
 
 I rounded the corner. The street was empty. 
 
 He was gone. 

