It turned out that it was I who had to drag a street single-eyed cat, attributed to the barber, to the veterinarian, so that he could sew his broken eyelid. I take the poor man after the operation: - Doctor, and why is Vasipop green - did you sew his eye? The doctor was not upset: Well, I cut off his eggs at the same time! I was quiet, in panic: - Doctor, the eggs were not ordered, how will he live now? Doctor: - Well, he won't walk - he won't get on his head, not reverse to sew them! Then he thought a little more and said dangerously, "The main thing is that your barbers don't cut anything off myself.