Little A’s grandad has adopted a cat to live with him in the gîte. Lovely to hear him chatting so affectionately about Piffy. However today he committed a faux pas. I was telling him I was feeling tired because little A woke up at 4.45. His response “oh I know, Piffy came in from the rain at 5am and tried to get into bed.”
It’s my absolutely my pet hate when people compare their pet to my child. I mean, you know children are people, right?