Walking the something
My kitten is quite different to any feline I've met before. Usually cats are very independent, they like to do their own thing, and that's that. Bruiser however, is always at my side. If he isn't on top of me, clinging hard, that is. He sleeps on my head, and he only goes outside when I do, although I leave the door open, in case he feels like a stroll. Maybe he'll grow out of it.
These days, when I go for my daily walk along the beach, I'm not alone. There, beside me, is Bruiser, skipping and leaping... and chirping like a little bird.
During these walks he diligently ensures he's within six feet of me at all times. We get some strange looks. I'd say he's a dog in a cat's body, but no dog I've ever walked has been so well behaved.
I don't think he's a kitten at all. He's a springlamb-babybird-showdog-overlyromanticboyfriend hybrid.