My sister picked up a black, healthy but very exhausted cat a couple of weeks ago. At the moment, she already has a cat and a tax. The cat recovered, went away and began to show sexual interest in Dobrin, and loudly and at half five in the morning, for which he was expelled to the street, and the door was locked. A couple of minutes later, the uterine bubble sounded and the sound of concrete torn by demonic nails. After 2 minutes, the door shaken and gave up, and the cat returned under our roof...And I sat down and got upset. All the stories of Stephen King that I had read, or at least heard of, were flying in front of my inner eyes, and the hellish Barsick, looking insulted, ate and went to bed. Cole says he’ll fuck and eat Goodryna, then fuck and eat Norris, he’ll just kill him, he’ll not fuck. I will die the last after I have given birth and raised the demonic child that this Beelzebub animal has instilled in me. And I think somebody has read horrors and that’s discrimination because he’s black. So today I will just catch it and castrate it. The cat was not delighted, but two hours ago Kohl was going to take him to the taiga near Tambov.