I crouch, waiting.
As I ponder the meaning of the universe and it's relation to the amount of food I can get out of my human cohabitants I hear the steady whirring I've been waiting for. I sit, like a statue, willing the freezing pedaller closer.... closer.
At the optimum moment I spring forth with a yowl, inches from the cyclist's front wheel.
I pause, revelling in the screech of brakes and the loud whoop of fright from the lycra-clad victim.
Once she has fishtailed to an exciting stop on the ice I saunter off and flick my tail. Ha!
I am the kamikaze kitteh.