Yesterday’s story of the villages reminded me.
My grandmother, who had long gone to the better world, lived in the village. In the village without livestock it is impossible: she had ducks, chickens, pigs, three cows, goats and rabbits. A dog to guard the whole farm. and a cat. What about a cat when mice and rats live next door? The cat was big and heard a great rat.
Then someone came to the village to carry chickens. Every morning someone lacked one or two insects. People began to think of the cat. A delegation came to my grandmother.
“Maria, your cat is stealing chickens. This is not the case, the walkers said.
All the arguments that it was not a cat came across a deaf wall of misunderstanding.
Shaking heart, the grandmother asked the grandfather to take the cat to relatives to the district center. Or somebody from the village could be quick on hand and learn to kill a cat.
The cat was taken away, and the chickens continued to disappear. The first walk of my grandmother:
“Because of you, Herod, I have taken sin on my soul.
The rumor that the cat was not spread throughout the village and stopped walking with complaints. The insects continued to disappear. A few days later there was a rumor in the village that it was a chicken bite and it was seen in several places.
And a few days later, a cat entered the cage... The pillows on his legs were scratched, the legs in blood, dirty, scratched... The cat approached the grandmother, looked at her and complained, as if asking to be left. Maybe I thought, but I saw tears in his cheeks and eyes.
Grandma carefully took the cat on her arms and large tears flowed on her cheeks. This is
It was the only time I saw my grandmother, a nurse who had gone through the whole of the Second World War, with tears in her eyes.
The cat was cured, and the neighbors no longer cried about the chickens. After some time, the cat, all in wounds, brought in the teeth of a dead hornet.