XXX is:
Fuck, and the cat is standing.

Here he suddenly broke through to test us for strength, and he decided instead of a pot to go down to his bed. Right in sight. I decided to try myself as an alpha. The couch was rolling around the center of the room, and he, as usual, first looked for the wall to rise (we did not understand this preparation at first), and then, for balance, pulled out his tail, pulled out his front leg, and the second grabbed himself for the head. Probably, he wanted to show a Facebook spam, but became more like a long-haul captain with a binoculars. And here, in such an unstable position, balancing and weakening, I dropped a three-stage rocket.

At first, of course, we wavered from such greed, and then roasted for half a day over Captain Shitikov.