The cat has finished feeding, the animal whispers, not silent, loud and demanding. I get a chicken out of the refrigerator to cook for lunch, I cut off a small piece of a cat. The cat is reluctant to chew raw meat. Then he begins to ask for food again. After 10 minutes, Daddy goes into the kitchen, he sees that I am baking the chicken, a dissatisfied cat is sitting next to him.
Father, looking at the cat, asks, “What, did you ask for a fire?”