a cat's life

She was wearing a pair of slippers that had seen better days, thick woollen socks, a flowery dress and an anorak which would have preferred rain. He was out with worn trainers, exhausted jeans, an Aran sweater and a woollen hat to warm his thoughts. Both had wild grey hair which hadn't seen shampoo or a comb in months. Neither of them was happy with what the other was saying and both were hollering discontentment to whoever cared to listen. Their point of discord could have been the overweight cat that was attached to the end of a lead she was holding. The cat was making it crystal clear that it did not want to walk by letting itself be dragged along the pavement by the skin of its behind.