I have an uncle. A solid, serious man, head of a significant enterprise. And I remembered a story from his distant, distant childhood, which my grandmother once told me. When the uncle was two years old and he had already learned to sit, he was often taken out for lunch, in one tablespoon, and tried to feed at the common table, sitting on a large plate with a beautiful cut in the form of a heart. But the uncle, often, why was he capricious, unwilling to eat and in general, arranged hysterics. For a long time no one could understand what was going on with the child. But all the secret becomes clear and one day it turns out that Pushok is to blame. An enormous, furry cat. He was constantly eating in the kitchen and was often sitting under the table, licking meat-eating. And then they started bringing an uncle, sitting on the table, and a small uncle's farm failed to cut and naturally attracted the attention of the predator. Here he shrugged his mouthful legs with his uncle’s bubbins. And the child sucked his legs, went in hysteria and sprayed cabbage throughout the kitchen, causing serious confusion and concern in all relatives.