The cat for two days, as there is no of her bags, kicks, eats dry food, is dissatisfied, swallows and periodically throws on her feet, especially in the morning.
I wake up, I beat away from the cat, I go to pour her food, at the same time I say to my husband - Must the cat buy her bags, or she will soon eat me!
The man, dreamingly looking at the distance. - Oh, let him eat.
O_O
of Oregon)