I had a cat and I loved it. But he became fat, he became healthy. I decided to drop his fat. Feeding little and dosed. He does not lose everything. I think he may be sick. In my absence, I released the cat in the entrance, so that the furniture at home did not strike, did not hurt... One day I return home, I climb up to the floor, and this hairy foolish grandmother from the apartment releases "Mole go barsic walk." I look at the cat, he looks at me. There was an uncomfortable silence. I think maybe not mine. And he was such a “Mau”...when I approached, he murmured, “Master, you misunderstood everything. She is nothing to me.” This is betrayal, this is betrayal.