Chewing their cud

Upon driving onto my own driveway last night I glanced over at the cattle who were making a mad dash to the fence closest to the house. The cattle closely watched me step out of my car, anticipating my very next move. Odd it is, but I noticed a strange resemblance between the cattle watching me and the rest of the world. Society has the annoying way of watching to see where I am going to go next, what my next move will be, and if I will rise or fall. These moments in my life often make it to the neighbor's dinner over the evening meal. I had to wonder before I entered my house, am I the topic of conversation while the cattle are standing around chewing their cud?