What will the cats be?
Cats are skeptical about the Gregorian calendar in general and its red dates in particular. They will eat ordinary livery.
Q: What is this dish?
WOW: Do you not know? This is a sausage of something. In my opinion, it is very fat and gray and stinking. Cats are eating!
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
WOW: Here I remembered a case from my late school life. I bought this livery. I only bought her one and in order not to move this stick on the street, I pushed her in the hands of a jacket - and it seems to be unseen, and does not interfere, and like a rookie with a hidden weapon.
WOW: And here too. Just just. There are two young citizens of Gopnik education. And I didn’t have the gift of persuasion then, and our discourse about money little things somehow quickly turned into a clash. I went to boxing for a week then, so I masterfully blocked the first blow with my hand. The hand in which the sausage was.
WOW: It was warm, and the sausage, which is never hard, then became liquid. From the blow, the lever left his shell first, and my sleeve then. I was not a spider but a spider man. Having sprinkled the sausage on the hostile faces, I was then able to bravely escape into my yard.
WOW: All of my heartlessness, I realized later, when I tried (Okay, my mom tried) to clear the sleeve of my jacket from that livery and its smell. The jacket became not suitable for use, as probably the faces of those guys who still cry and guess what it was...