Cats and rubbish

[dormouse1953]

So I was going though the normal Tuesday morning ritual of collecting my recycling boxes from the entrance to the cul-de-sac in which I live.  I was half way back to the house when I thought I ought to have checked if they'd also already emptied the wheelie bin.  At this point, my foot slipped out from under me and I crashed to the ground.  Sore hand and elbow, but otherwise unharmed.  There are damp leaves all over the place at the moment, and carpet slippers don't grip well.  (The wheelie bin had been emptied.)

As I got back to the house, a cat dashed out the front door.  I don't own a cat.  Did the cat engineer my fall, giving it enough time to go into my house, do what it wanted to do, and then dash out again?