Out for my morning walk and came across one of our "occasional" cats, gray and white and fairly small, with stripes on the gray. It ignored me and focused on something out of sight, so I moved on a few steps and saw two doves bobbling along a driveway. Watched as the cat tensed, quivered, and charged. The doves, of course, left with plenty of room and time to spare.
So the cat turned, trotted over to me, and rubbed my ankles. "Just chasing some vermin out of the neighborhood. Scritch me."
Which, of course, I did.