Northern Ivy

At first I wasn't afraid, but how could I be, I didn't even know what I was dealing with.
About a month ago I got off the bus and I saw this big cat in the bushes just across the road, near the woods. I live near a village ninety minutes away from the city, stray cats are not uncommon here. I was surprised at how big it was, but the minute I began to walk to my home I thought about something else. That is, until I opened my front door and saw that it had followed me in silence. It really was beautiful, with long pointy ears and a thick yellow fur. I didn't let it in though, didn't want an animal to destroy my armchair or wake me up at night running through the corridors.
The next day at work I talked to a few colleagues about this, and someone asked me if I was really sure it was a normal cat; I didn't really know, so I described it in details, and that same someone suggested it might be a lynx and I be careful about how close I let it get to me. I laughed at first, but when I looked it up on the web I saw he wasn't wrong: it was a lynx all right, a genuine savage beast that usually hunted rabbits and other small prey, but, if it really wanted to, could nonetheless kill you in a few seconds.
It was waiting for me when I got off the bus that same day, and I knew it was following me home, even though I didn't look behind me, because you know, that thing about not showing your fear, blahblah. I did not think it had aggressive intentions, or at least I did not feel hunted. But you never know.
It's been a few days now, every night, I get off the bus, it waits there, follows me home, I close my door and do not hear from it until the next day. I think the strangest thing is that I don't know what it wants from me; I think I would be sad, in a way, if I found it didn't wait for me some day. But when I see it there, in the bushes, strangely I wish it could talk to me ...