A: How are you there?
B: Yes, it is the sixth month of bed. Strongly developed 2D - dystrophy and depression.
A: The fucking...
B : But! As soon as I was discharged from the hospital, Kuzya (well, you remember my "British nobleman") as scheduled, in the morning and evening, comes, lies on my chest and for 10 minutes whispers. He doesn’t like to sit on his knees. It helps a lot from the second D.
A: It is cool, good guy!
B is AGA. I call it cat therapy sessions. But I was born and grew up with a global question:
How can you not like cats?
A is :)