The Cat

"So, what's wrong?"
I manage to tear my gaze away from the black, cliche of a cat sat outside the window, staring in at me with it's yellow-green eyes, and fixed them on the man in front of me.
"Well, um, this cat won't stop following me," I reply, hesitantly.
"Why is that a bad thing?" The man asks, tilting his head, making his floppy brown hair, slide to the right, while tapping his pen on his chin.
"Things, well things kinda, sorta happen when it's around," I say, my eyes returning to the black, cliche of a cat, sitting outside the window, staring in at me with it's yellow-green eyes.