I went to the brewery and took the first shift. I sleep. Somewhere at three o’clock at night, a cuddly cat rushes to me and let me roar. I don’t understand what he needs. The hour two. He never gave me to sleep. In the morning, the men came, I said to them: yes, said, and so - the cat here some oral of midnight. They said, “This is local! If you poured a beer into his plate, he would run away.” It turns out that he stumbled at me at night, and I never understood.