The cat was wet in the day at night: I wake up from the thunder and scratch, he is nowhere. I think, well, I fell, fucked at last (loves to walk 10 cm outside on the curtain). I look out the window - and he, scuco, sits on the window, from the outside, and near the neighbors... 9th floor! And they have a window perpendicular to ours, the letter g of the wall... well a meter somewhere to fly there exactly... I think, ah you fell, well, and sit there. Go to bed. The grandmother again! He came home, Batman.