Zampolit told me.
His parents (in a private house) live two cats - a young and an old.
One day in the summer kitchen, my mother found a bunch of cat shit on her favorite carpet. Of course in shouting, in panic. The households escaped, the type decides who of the cats guessed. To whom @@douley should hang.
Dad said, I will find out. Takes both cats for a kick, ticks their mouths into shit and gives the cats an acceleration with a good pinch. They flew a few meters. And then the old cat flies to the young man and flies on the hares as it moves. Everything immediately came to its place. The truth has triumphed.