Seriously. Been working from home this week, got a mammoth report to get in. Anyway had to pop into the Town Hall for a quick meeting and on my way out there was a lad of no more that about 11 stood by the main doors clutching a shopping trolley with one hand a tiny bundle of fur in the other. I stopped and made all the usual oohing and ahhing noises. The kitten was a cutie and the little man told me her name and said that she was 6 weeks old. He has only had her a couple of days and was quite proud of her and you could see it in his face. I did point out that little ones wriggle and scratch and that she looked frightened and that if she got away she might end up under a bus and could he please take extra care? He said that yes he knew, but when he was out he put her in the shopping trolley!
I am afraid at this point I had to walk away 'cause I could feel a lecture coming on.
Makes me wonder if he will still be oohing and ahhing over her in 6 months?