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.