I go home after Insta. On Saturday night, the cat is there, the bags are loaded with food. The bag is on the legs. It’s frozen like a cockroach, the brain doesn’t cook. The rest too... and here... I’m going across the bio-toilet... a new one, a blue one.... the shock is going............. I thought, the cockroach has already gone. I wanted to call 03..... and it turned out, the man went to the toilet without a whistle, opened the door and carried it somewhere.... half an hour later watched, thought, glucose or not... =))))