My children, approaching me with angel smiles on their face:
My daughter (14): ‘Mama, we saw today a cute little kitten on the street apparently totally alone and lonely.. Can we bring her home, mommy? We could keep her in the garden, we would take care of her… I’ve take a photo of her, look how cute she is, kitty kitty…’
Me: ‘Darling, we don’t have a garden.’
Her brother (10) (with quiet resignation): ‘I told you mama would notice..’
The neighbour kitten has just visited us – and after a while she suddenly makes up her mind to leave – however not the same way she came (on top of the stone fence) but finds a shorter way: up on a tree trunk.