(To the story from March 13 about the cat). Once in the late autumn we came with the whole family to the country, we opened the cottage, and a miracle runs to meet - a black piece in white boots and with a white tie. His bats were so complaining that his son picked him up on his arms and carried him faster into the house - to feed and warm up. It turned out that the cat living in the villages disappeared (probably bitten by dogs), leaving three kittens orphans. We fed them all and warm them up. And my first kittens, my nine-year-old son, put them behind his buttocks and brought them home. And a very affectionate and intelligent cat Sonya grew up, who adored and worshipped my young. If he was not there for a long time, she jumped on his bed and complained to the owner. He was supposed to raise his voice – she was in all the support and ticked his mouth in his nose – “What about you?” and then looked around everyone – “Who hurt my precious? Everyone is broken.”
In the upbringing of the sons in our family prevailed the "spark", but apparently once the province was great, and the time of the "knut" came. The father in anger began to pull the belt from his pants, and the younger, seeing the inevitability of the punishment, wildly cried out of fear, because he never received the belt. Hearing these cries, the cat rushes in and on the move, assessing the situation, gets stuck in the father's hand. He throws her away in anger. The cat falls, immediately jumps up and gets stuck in the punitive palm again. She is thrown aside again, she is trapped again intentionally. Thus she won - dropped her son from a well-deserved spoil.