Unexploded Kittens

A friend has recently adopted a small kitten, causing no small amount of comment – mostly of the “awwww, that’s so cute!” variety. Others have looked askance at someone whose sometimes wild reputation and past would seem to suggest more of an affiliation with fiercer animals.

My friend just shrugs and dotes on the small bundle of fluff, enjoying the calming nature of his new companion as he winds down from a stressful job.
There are probably umpteen paragraphs I could write about how this illustrates the perils of making assumptions about people, or a treatise on the blood pressure benefits of pets.I could spin off into how the ex-Lady M and the Charleesi have just spent two days kitten-watching while he was called away, or talk about how the secret network of cat “owners” have begun to offer equipment already.

Instead, I’m just going to say how good it’s been to see a gentler aspect of my friend come to the fore this evening.

About Tim Maidment

Writer, House Husband, Raconteur and Bon Vivant
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