Still absolutely fuming after a little episode earlier.
Stood outside with Shaz, talking to our neighbour. All of a sudden there's a loud crack. Look towards the fence at the end of the road and see Harry, my ginger cat running towards us. First thought was he'd jumped over the fence and was coming home for tea!
Neighbour says, 'That kid just threw a stone at Harry'. looked over my shoulder as the little gobshyte, who must have been 11 orn 12, realised we'd seen him and started to run back towards his house.
I think my roar of 'OI' stopped him in his tracks! The following left him in no uncertainty of my feelings! Basically told him, (Very loudly, apparently all of our corner of the cul-de-sac heard!) If I caught him throwing stones at my cat again, I'll throw rocks at you. Do you understand, to which he meekly replied 'sorry' before pegging it!
I think he's learnt his lesson! I don't feel big for shouting at a nipper, but what he did was bluddy well out of order.