We live on the 1st floor of the 5th floor house. And so it happened that from the side of the garden we have an open door and we use it. We have a local cat. He does not ask for food, and even if you try to give him a sausage or something like it will not be. They don’t just give up milk. The cat is basically half the street floor of the home of those he knows allows to himself. And then this cat is sitting on the doorstep of our house and I hear my mom mocking him. I say you go here useless, you spread the flea, you go to work, you will live there and catch mice. She works in a large hospital. In general, the Cat listened to everything he was told and left for his business. The next morning, before everyone went to work and study. At our doorstep we found the body of a large rat with a slow throat. A rat the size of a cat. After that, the cat's mother no longer cried and began to pour milk on him. With such a meat diet, it is now clear why he doesn’t eat anything and asks only for milk. From this we can conclude that our smaller brothers understand us perfectly. At least those who live among people.
by PS. He didn’t bring us rats anymore. He looks around 1-2 times a week, drinks milk and leaves for his business.