I’ll tell you, the little (cat) performed on the weekend.
On Friday evening, I took a chicken liver out of the freezer and threw it into the shell to unfreeze, so that it could be cooked in the morning.
In the morning, the little girl came to wake me, walking after me, murmuring. I say to her, “Manuya, let my mother sleep again.” She went away.
A couple of hours later I get up and something lies on the floor near the head of my bed. I cannot understand what it is. Then look at. This is cake. In the cock. Thus e. The manna carefully took the puppy with the liver in her teeth, brought me and started waking me typically "Mommy, it's time to have breakfast!"
Yong from the morning I tell, he says: It is good that I did not break the fist and it is good that I did not put it on the next pillow, or the bed would have to be changed. I: If when I woke up I found someone’s organs on the next pillow, the bed would have had to be changed for several reasons.