My neighbor told me about a cup of tea yesterday.
I found a cat on the street. Somewhere three years ago. Next to the garage. He was sitting near the garage door in the early spring, wet, frozen and did not even react to its opening or the car. I didn't want to take it, but to push in the entrance to the garage was somehow out of hand. He went out, raised his arms, and he with his last strength clung to the sweater with his nails. So I could not confuse the shirt, cat and sweater on the street.
I had to hear from my wife at home. And about mental abilities, and about close relatives, and about distant ones. I have agreed that I will look for the owners by the neighbors tomorrow. He could not go far.
He brought in a box of sand that was left of the builders. Wiped with towels and drank from the nipple with milk. Blessed son Stashek is half a year old and milk is always available. I laid a towel in the bathroom in front of the baby room and went to bed.
Children usually sleep separately. Only the sound and image to the screen near the bed of the parents is transmitted. I wake up for the first time from the crying of the little one and to him... And the cat is asleep next to his door. The second time, after his wife, and he is under the bed. Barbaro forgot to close the door. And so it went. The cat is eating at the table. Stach in the maneuver - the cat on the other side of the grid. Go for a walk together or cat at home!
And half a year later, Truman turned into a real beauty of the Russian blue breed. Basha, like Stashek's head almost, well, the habits are the same. Together they sleep, together they cheat. Only more calmly began to react to the absence of little. I walked overnight where I wanted.
I first pretended to my wife that I was looking for her masters, and then struck it. My wife could not calm down for a long time. And he is dirty. There will be worms in the child. It will spoil the baby. So I tried to pull a towel or wrap it. But the little in the absence of the cat began to cry, capricious and she had to reluctantly accept. He, in my opinion, and the first word "cottec" said, not my mom.
And yesterday, the little one, by the way, already 3, is walking Stašek in the backyard. Some cucumbers with tomatoes are collected and sticked in them, and Truman rests on the fence. Barbara and I are watching. The new one, deck. Two years of building. I have beer and meat. Good already. It has a wire, but it still holds.
And there is a whispering little and lightning cat to him. I didn’t even understand Nora. Only the bulb is not clear from what in the grass and Truman in the teeth of a snake 80-100 centimeters. She wrapped around him, he let go. She is small, the cat has caught again, she is under the deck, the cat behind her! I finally got a chance to think back. I am with the child, on my arms, in the house. And under the deck of war: noise, screams, strikes...
We are small at the table. Clothes of Nafi. We ask where it hurts, but we see nothing. It does not hurt, there is no trace. My wife is screaming, my child is scared, and I am sober. Go out and into the car. She’s driving in Emergency and I’m behind the cat. and silence. The deck is low, nothing can be seen. I hear a movement in the middle. You will not believe! I broke the boards with mounting, like pencils. I regretted nothing. Four had to break until he arrived. He is lying down, barely breathing. Several wounds in the legs. Go to the car and the animal hospital.
Little is nothing. Not being bitten. I was just a little scared. There are more beetles around him than snakes. I then found one big one and eight small ones under the deck. All the dead. The veterinarian said that they usually do not attack, but here the little she, apparently, herself disturbed, and also with the young. The cat was fine. and four bites. The bones are whole, but poison... The doctor says he did everything he could. I had to leave there. A little whistle, even the wife is crying. I cannot find a place for myself. What do you think? Will he survive?