Walking back from the grocery tonight, I stopped to pet a cat on the sidewalk. He had a collar, so it wasn't THAT impressive that he was friendly, but he let me rub his tummy, and after I started walking away, he started following me for like a half-block. Then he saw another cat sitting on some steps, and they had a pretty intense staring contest. After that he was a little more nervous and walked back home (presumably).
So fuck Tybalt, I'm the King of Cats.