‘Bring the kitten away from the window, Charlie,’ he ordered. Charlie laughed. ‘Puddy cat, puddy cat, puddy cat.’ ‘I mean it, Charlie, don’t fuck with me.’ Charlie ignored his uncle. He was enjoyed terrorising the cat far too much to come away from the window. Mickey decided a change of tactic was needed. ‘I’ve brought you loads of presents, Charlie. Put the kitten on the carpet and you can open them in the car.’ Now Charlie might be evil, but he certainly wasn’t stupid. Even at his tender age, he knew that anything his uncle bought him was well worth having. Obediently, he stepped away from the window and dropped the terrified kitten on to the floor. ‘Meeow!’ he said, giggling. Mickey grabbed him by the arm and dragged him into the hallway. ‘I’m so sorry, Sharon,’ he said apologetically. Sharon felt sick to her stomach at what she’d just witnessed.
