and hold:

I went here to wash the cat’s bowl. This is such a healthy pot with silica gel. We change the pads approximately once a month. At the same time, we are lazy to mix the crystals, because the bottom accumulates hell concentrate - a saturated silicagel, similar to wet sand. Under the dry upper layer almost does not smell, until the critical moment, the same month. I don’t decide to shake that shit at home, once I got enough. Therefore, I take it out on the street, rub everything into the garbage container, and the pot itself with the remnants of the infused gel immediately, on the street, washed abundantly with water from the canister. Slying liters of yellow stinking thistle near the lace into the basement.

Would you see the rod and the eyes of the basement cat when he returned from a planned walk around the house and found this note, smelling through the smell of a whole legion of cats, in good five liters of volume and in a square meter of coherence... In his astonishingly frightened eyes it was read... WHAT? What is? So why did he come here???? to