I woke up later than usual and was in a hurry. On the back of the chair, where I have laid off my clean clothes since the evening, there is nothing, everything on the floor, and on it, swallowing, spotted with dirty legs and roasted with red wool, lies an unknown thin cat.
The question:"Who are you, monster?"
I replied with a roasted meal.
Husband, flegmatically mixing tea:"And what, you like to sleep with the windows open, love those who come through them into your life...")