Off-guard
For a week now, little Faramir has been drawing cats.
'Father, look! I have a new kitty!'
'Very well, son,' I say as I finish writing.
'Can I keep it in my room, Father? Please!'
Oh, so it is a new game. Well, I am not too old to play it.
'Certainly, Faramir.'
I hear him give a little gasp of delight. 'Thank you, Father!'
Wait…what was that sound? A miaow??
I finally look at my son, only to see him holding a fat black kitten. A real one.
Apparently, I am too old…
Leastways, it is my favourite colour.