Marquis-Karabakh

acquaintance
Once I went to visit a friend and saw in him a very beautiful siamese cat, white-smoky, with a dark mouth and legs. Now I know that she was definitely not of the Siamese breed, those short-haired and with large ears, but then all cats of this color were implicitly considered Siamese. Most importantly, she was very beautiful, I wanted the same one, I got in a row for a cat and after six months I got it. It was a pure little angel, white with a shimmering Siamese colour, with blue eyes shining in the darkness with bright malin light, with an open and naive expression on the mouth. We called him Marquis. I lived with him for several months, he was already starting to go out on his own (precision for animal defenders - at the time in Guriev, in Kazakhstan, where I lived at the time, all the cats went out to walk out on the street, I did not know the exceptions). We lived on the third floor of an ordinary five-storey, underneath us lived a healthy red cat. He often waited on the master’s staircase, and when the Marquis tried to go down, he did not let him. Then I was taken into the army.

Meeting after separation
When I returned from the army, the Marquis greeted me unwelcome. When I entered the apartment, he came to meet me with some silent but wicked whisper, like a dog. Mother quickly reassured him, “Marquis, it’s yours, don’t touch it, go away from here.” Then I was told that the cat grew up to be a real bandit. He had already ripped off the trousers of a neighbor who had been careless to come in. When the Marquis sat at the door waiting for someone to come, the passers were afraid even to get a meter closer, he began to crawl and throw. I looked at a small, compact, very beautiful cat and couldn’t believe it.
I woke up late in the morning, we were left alone in the apartment with the cat. It was hot, I was walking around the house in one... now it would be called shorts... to put it simply - in cowards. I wanted to chew the cat, I quickly picked it up on my arms and put it on my knees. The cat was light, kilogram three - four from strength. I started licking him. The first time I held my hand on a silk wool, the cat slightly bended his head and squeezed his ears. The second time, he turned his head unhappy, looked at me and got squeezed. For the third time he turned and slightly grabbed his hand with his legs with slightly loosened nails, preventing me from chewing. But you will not stop this! I pulled out my hand and swallowed him for the fourth time. And then he grabbed his hand with his nails and quite painfully, but not to the blood, bit her. I grabbed the cat with two hands and dropped it three meters to the floor. Any other cat would immediately run away and hide. But, as it turns out, I still didn’t know my Marquis very well. He landed on all four of his legs, turned and slowly walked towards me. His eyes burned with the same raspberry light, but he didn't look like the lamp he had when he was a child. Feeling uncomfortable, I got up from the chair. And then the cat jumped straight on her foot and began to beat her nails. I threw him off the leg, but he immediately jumped on the second.
In the middle of the room was a new bath, prepared for replacement. I had to escape, not thinking long, I jumped into it. The cat did not jump in the trail, he walked around her and was completely dog-like. And I stood in the bathroom in the middle of the room, blood flowed on my feet, there was nothing under my hands, and waited for him to calm down. I, the commander of a division of sixteen men in the most terrible troops, was shamefully hiding in the bath from my own cat, which I brought! My revenge will be terrible. I pulled my foot out of the bathroom. The cat went in that direction. No, maybe vengeance will wait, we will stand in the bathroom a little longer, let him calm down. And let the blood dry, it is easier to clean it from the bath than from the carpet.
Two weeks later, I was the object of all my friends’ jokes:
“Strangely, I’ve always thought that women scratch their back with their nails, and you have scratches on your legs.”
“Who is it that you hit so hard that you couldn’t even hold your legs?”
“Where did you serve? In the desert? It is noticeable.”
"I was recently given Kamasutra with pictures for a day, so there were no such ways, with my legs."

Reduction of stroke
After I got out of the bathroom and glued the scratches, I wore strong wide pants, took a pair of towels above the floor and went on training. My task was to make sure that the cat could be smoothed. With one hand wrapped in the towel, I caught him, with the other towel quickly wrapped and began to study. I started peeling him as soon as he tried to bite or push out his lap to scratch, getting a light headscarf. It was cruel, I do not argue, but it was not the upbringing of a room dog, but the miraculous humiliation of the combat beast by the surviving victim. The cat turned out to be very stupid, for the second or third time he already understood everything, realized and reconciled. After that, I could calm him down. He pressed his ears, turned around, showing with all his sight how unpleasant it was to him, but he was patient.

As he cries, so will he respond.
One day I walked into the entrance, Marquis jumped out of the basement and went with me into the apartment. On the second floor, I saw a red cat, which I had forgotten for a long time. And then the red man saw Marquis. Immediately and silently he disappeared. I drove Marquis home, and suddenly the fighting began, and the red almost twice as much, and went to see where he went. The Red fell into the furthest corner of the fifth floor and sat there quieter than a mouse, afraid to breathe again. If the door to the roof had been opened, he would probably have hidden there among the pipes.

cats
Marquez and I were sitting at home. Below, right underneath the balcony, a bunch of cats, five or six, gathered together, and they began to mourn each other with disgusting voices. The Marquis heard the screams, jumped out onto the balcony, looked down and immediately ran to me, hinting that he should be released out. I also went to the balcony, looked at it, and decided not to let go. There are a lot of cats, more and more of him in size, still overwhelmed, with his character, he is obviously not there to sing songs. “Sit at home, in general.” Markiz jumped out on the balcony again, looked at it and ran back. He ran to the door and knocked at it, “Open soon!” I was deaf to scream. The Marquis began to rush, he then shake his feet, which was absolutely uncharacteristic to him, then ran to the door and walked from there, calling, then again jumped out onto the balcony and immediately ran back in impatience. With all his appearance he showed, “Master, let go, but the soul is burning!”
I stood firm. Once again, jumping out onto the balcony, he looked at the gunpowder on the bottom and the soul of the poet did not stand: "What is the scream, and there is no fight?" This is an easy-to-do boxer against a bunch of ambals. Or more obviously: Kostiya Zhu drives out the ragged hooligans.
After a few seconds, the pitch was empty, and the Marquis ran to catch the backward ones.

Unchanged ruble
Once I saw that the Marquis was caught by local boys of ten or twelve years old and carried somewhere from the courtyard. It must be added that, in spite of all the cruelty of character, the Marquis never offended children, he allowed them what he would never allow adults. “A child fighter will not hurt.”
I followed them, “Where did you pull my cat, I wonder?” There were virtually no breed cats in Guriev at the time, and Marquis was a very beautiful cat. It turned out that this is not the first time, they have already sold it twice for a ruble, and once for twenty-five rubles! “Uncle, don’t worry, he’ll come back soon!” I feel a bit sorry for those buyers. Well, if he just ran away from them!

Cat and Dog
Marquis was sitting near the entrance and dealing with his own toilet. At this moment he carefully and reluctantly licked his right leg. The surroundings of the default entrance were also considered its territory.
Because of the corner of the house ran out a large, the size of a shepherd, courtyard. When she saw the cat, she cheered joyfully and carried it to him. In her run it read, “Now I am having fun, I’m chasing the cat!”
The cat continued to sit with her back and quietly lick her foot. The dog ran closer and closer, but it was noticeable that she was beginning to fall into a slight confusion. Not only was the cat not going to run away, he didn’t even think of paying attention to her. The dog, still continuing to laugh, but without the previous enthusiasm, slowed the run slightly. And when there were three or four meters left of the cat, the Marquis stopped licking his lap, relaxedly turned his head toward the dog and slightly inclined it. He did not even try to scare the dog, did not spit or bend his back, just with the sight of an aristocrat, hearing the noise in the barracks, looked at the dog. In his posture there was a silent question: “Is there a noise, or did I think?” and the dog immediately slowed down with all four of his legs. She stopped and grabbed her tail. On her mouth and in her posture it was written: “I’m here... I’m walking... I just ran past... don’t worry, don’t worry, I’m leaving...” She passionately wrapped her tail, turned and ran back. Even from behind it was seen as she breathed out relievedly: “Uff... It’s gone!”
The Marquis turned and continued to lick his foot.

Mother of Siberia (c)