When I was a teenager, we had a cat in our house, already very old. One day she brought a cat home. Other, of course, she did not give birth to her own. He calls me out on the street. I went with her, quite far, through the neighboring street to the abandoned old barracks - there are three kittens in the corner. Those who are hungry are hungry and hungry.

I said, “May my mother come back?” She runs to the road and stops with a crushed and crushed cat. The mother of these cats.

Well, I collected them, brought them home, put the cat in her box. She pulls them out, presses them. And the cats are small, they can not eat themselves, the cat has no understanding of milk. I had to feed 10 times a day from the pipette. Every time the cat came, he reminded me.

Here is a child cartoon with talking animals all this story smiles, and in the meantime it was natural. This cat was non-commercial, but if she wanted, she could easily find a way to say anything. The mind was enough.

She was sick before her death, lying for a long time almost not standing up in her drawer, not even to the toilet. Then suddenly she stood up and walked to the entrance door and looked around to see what would be opened. I look at the sarai. Well, I was behind her, and she looked with such a long look... well, I understood and didn’t go. He was buried under an apple.

In fact, animals, if they want to, are not so difficult to understand. You just have to pay attention.



PS: The cats went out and distributed.