Well, this is with my own cat, I'd consider it odd, because cat's are usually known to be pretty indifferent to their owners outside of domestic situations. Well, it seems that isn't quite true for my cat, at least, who I've always liked to think is especially friendly.
Well, I was walking with my little brother to my dad's house, who lives a couple of streets away from my mum, my cat, who I often let outside to explore the general area and...I dunno, fight other cats or something, sees us, runs out from a bush, and gives us an enthusiastic greeting, this has happened before, but when we tried to leave, she started to follow us, almost leading the way. She did this all the way to our dad's house, regarded my dad positively, we got what we needed, then she followed us all the back to my mum's.
It was cute, but seeing as it's so unfamiliar to see my cat crossing roads it was a little worrying at the same time. I had to keep convincing myself she probably dodges cars all the time.
Oh, and when I was younger, I was terrified of dogs, but I love them, now, thanks to my uncle's dog being so lovely. I got chased up a beach by a Dachshund. That must have been hilarious for the onlookers. I must have been about 4, but I remember the dog disliking the water, so when I spotted I tried to avoid it around a shallow pool as it watched me, it's owners were there, also. I remember biting the bullet and trying to make my way back to where my parents and brother (my younger brother wasn't born at the time) were.
Yup, as soon as it could make a beeline, the dog started running, so naturally, I ran, too, terrified. I remember looking back several times at the dog's face as I sprinted up the beach, I hope I wasn't screaming, but before I knew it I was hoisted up by my dad, and as soon as that happened, the dog was restrained by its owners.
That's my clearest memory from that age...