Worse than a woman sitting on a diet, a cat planted on a therapeutic diet.
At any time of day and night it is worth to approach the refrigerator, as literally from the air nearby materializes seemingly just snorting creature without the back legs and looks at you with huge begging eyes: "Well, give me also just one piece of this carbonate, nobody will know. But when you put his special, standing figured cloud of money food in his bowl with his soul, he makes an insulting appearance, seemingly even flattering his lower lip, and slowly, bypassing the wide bow of the feeder, hides himself in the room behind the couch. And even his back seems to be upset at this moment.
But the hunger is not a aunt, the delicious flavourings of pastels on conscience ozonize the whole apartment, and minutes after 30 the cat still returns and eats with a suffering appearance, from time to time throwing on us, heartless villains-masters, sorrowful tormented looks. Certainly he does not eat his portion a little, and goes to lie down sadly, hanging his tail, on the window and thinking about how terrible his life is.
When birds sit near the window, the cat forgets their suffering, jumps up and begins to mourn them loudly. But it is worth noting that he is not alone in the room, as he, scratching his head unhappyly, again falls to the world, and plunges into sadness...