In the morning I washed in a semi-dark bathroom - I never turn on the light there in the morning, saving my sleepy eyes. As usual, a cat came, sat in the corner, looked closely at me. For some reason his longing for human communication softened my fossilized soul at seven in the morning. I began to talk to him, unnoticedly engaged and in five minutes told about the important, shared the serious and complained about the hurt. This conversation reassured me. Even the towel became seemed not dirty, but kindly and puffy.

The cat in the role of a home psychotherapist is right and helpful, I thought.Just now, without making a single sound, the cat Makar gently led me to one good thought that I will begin to put into practice from today. I thought so when I wiped out my towel.

Here a child ran past and ruthlessly clicked on the switch. It became light, and in the bright light it turned out that all this time I was pouring my soul into the toilet york.
Now I’m not even sure if I’ll be able to use it for my purpose – after all that’s been between us.