Sat next to a man on the tube earlier, with a box of beer on his lap. Five minutes into the journey, his “box of beer” started to make cat-like noises and moments later, a kitten poked its head out of the top.
The entire carriage of normally-stern Londoners melted as one and went “aww…”.
It took a fair chink of my (already depleted) willpower to avoid reaching out and stealing that kitten. It. Was. Adorable.
And now I want to spend the evening watching YouTube videos of cats.
But there’s running to be done…