About the trust.

I left the army in 1993. Walked a week. and...

Andrei met me with a puppy of fat, generous at licking and wretched. From the hallway, the puppy watched all the actions of a black cat, Panther! No, she was called more prose, I don't remember how, but she looked after him, exactly like in the cartoon about Mowgli.
Sit in the kitchen. I drank and congratulated me on Dumbledore.
and here! From the table, a cat is jumping out. The Black! Played with a puppy’s tail, tried to bite the tail of the “Major” Cat and jumped back to my feet.
The puppy tried to bite a puppy, but here the “Government” blinked and gave the Dog a leg! Without the nails, you know.
Black, scared both: a dog and a cat! The idiot jumped on my knees.
I pressed him and drove the dog away, because he was in the game, he did not understand what scared the cattle! He knows with whom to play!
The cat is in my hands.
The dog and the cat went together. My friends and I recorded my dembel.
The cat didn’t want to leave me at all.
I ask the owner of the apartment:
Andrew, you have a strange cat. The child was attacked. Then the offender went out.
This is not her cat! I picked up in the parade yesterday. He whispered, the cat cried and scratched the door to be opened to him. My wife and I gave up. She swept him out of everything. The hunter whispered a few times and calmed down. And here you came.
Word for word, and sleep smelled us.
My friend laid me down, sleeping alone.
And it started!
I don't remember the dog breed, something hunting. He had no legs, he could not sleep. And the cat, from sin, on my head climbed and was constantly trying to suck to the pot of my ear... So he fell asleep.
The morning.
The dog jumped out of my tired legs and woke up the owners!
The cat was lying on my head like glued!
I stand up! He jumps on my neck and blows! I’m going to the kitchen with this treasure. There, the owner has already made coffee and is fighting with the Dog.
The question arises! Since the cat is not of this family, and I so looked at him, it would be time to come up with a name! (The question that I will take it with me, even to me – did not arise!)
Coffee and thoughts.
Three thoughts!
I ask :
Before me, what was their name?
We did not call! It is smart! He went after our cat, polite to eat. I followed her into the room. He sits next to her and looks! Exiled or not. The dog did not see the cat at the time, he was busy with something. When he saw a new toy, he tried to bite the cat while playing. But even the cat jumped when the cat “broke” the dog’s leg on the nose.
That night, the cat took over the cat! A few hours later, Dembele was painted. and you!
by MIA!
The cat with me categorically does not want to tear, and from the race you do not give him a month.
The cat is black, with white legs, the strip-punctur called it in Andrew's joke... And I take and crack: - Let it be, "Strich!"
In a couple of hours, I went home with the most confident cat! He immediately trusted my life.
It was the best cat of the century. He lived only 14.5 years. I love him! So far!

He died in my arms.
I went to work at night. I thought the Striche had at least a week left. (The disease of the kidneys)
He came to me when I started dressing up. And I understood. and now! And when the agony began, only he insisted, looking him in the eyes, as his seizures tormented: - Strich, I am with you! I am with you! I love you! You are not alone! I am always with you!

So he died. I will never see such gratitude in my eyes.