Kittens on the Underground
Whilst taking the Underground from East Ham to Paddington this afternoon I saw a kitten on the tube. The owners took him out as the tube began to move. He angrily (yes, I eaves dropped enough to catch the sex of the kitten) meowed and looked genuinely scared.
I was also angered by this. Who lets a kitten walk around in the tube? Also, what if someone is deathly allergic and subsequently goes into anaphylactic shock? Some suing would happen, that’s what.
So, I got out my anger the only way I know how: I wrote the beginnings a short story from the perspective of the kitten.
I never said I was normal.