Last summer was the case. My husband and I went on vacation in the village of Kratovo. To the country for free attached the cat Frosia - the perfect cat creature: hairy, beautiful, affectionate and independent. The landlord explained that Frosia considers the country a native home and regularly runs there if you try to take her to the city. So we were left with a bag of cat food and a strict order to call the owner if Froya disappeared from sight for more than two days.
One dark, rainy evening, while Frosia stared at something in the corner of the veranda (invisible to us, but cats are special creatures), my husband and I talked about household and other rural impurities. So well talked that I did not close my eyes all night, and the visit to the "comforts in the yard" in the morning was accompanied by my husband: one was to tears scary.
The morning began. One of my eyebrows disappeared from the trumbo on the same veranda: I put the jewelry in the trumbo dish every night and remembered exactly that yesterday both eyebrows were in place. The man cried out from the room: Didn't I take five hundred rubles from the chair at the bed? He put them in the evening specifically to go to the tank.
For two weeks, the most unexpected things disappeared from the house. I missed the bus, the flash and the begun wrapping, the husband - the headphones and the maika. Evil was finally revealed: what was always placed in the same visible place was lost. And Frosia continued to focus on looking at the dark corner of the veranda, which terribly annoyed us. Regular reading of the crypasta from the note only poured oil into the fire.
Here is the departure. We drink tea with the housewife, she invites you to come again, the husband laughs about the housewife... and the housewife, shouting with her hands, shouts, “I didn’t tell you!” He runs to the comforts of the yard. There on the reverse side is a warehouse, where garden tools and all kinds of old clothes are stored.
On the floor we found a whole treasure. Paper notes are blurred, but whole. These are hairstyles in which I only recognized one of my own. Cushions, small bulbs, torn paper, clothes, including the husband's maid, headphones, beads, missing earrings and flashes. The bandage was also found, although it was no longer suitable for continuation. Of the unrecognized things for some reason especially remembered rubber pops.
The perfect cat Frosia suffered from a strange type of kleptomania. In the warehouse she really had a treasury, where the thief dragged everything he looked at. By what signs, in addition to the ability to take away in the teeth, things looked Frose, is a mystery. But the greatest weakness she apparently fed to hair rubber and paper, including money.
The hostess apologized and suggested that Froya should have been born forty, out and color suitable, but something didn't work out.
I will never forget Frosie’s gaze over the ruined treasure house.
If this year I can remove the same landscape, I will bring her rubber and paper and lay it out in prominent places. Take a kleptomaniac. It should be in the perfect cat to be... hm... a glitter.