I was 18 years old. The whole family was in the country, took a pregnant cat with them. On one of the summer, but not warm evenings, I celebrated in nature with friends some event. He took it decently that evening, when he realized that it was enough, turned on the autopilot and flocked home through the woods, not clearing the roads. Evidently, somewhere in the oak sprinkled with a "causal place" on the cork. It was hurt. Inspection by the touch method showed that everything seemed to be in place. Looking forward, he went on bended legs. When he came home, he fell on the bed and fell asleep.



The morning. The morning was bad. When I woke up, I went back to the kaleidoscope of the events of last night and looked at the good luck. “Hope was a drink.” And the girls how nice yesterday was with us, with this thought something moved in the spleen. Blizzard is crazy! He put his hand carefully under the blanket. There is some discomfort. Everything between my legs was wet and sticky.



A hand in the blood! Aaa to! What a fuck! I broke out! Just broke out! I slowly get up in bed on my elbows, looking between my legs – a bloody spot! From what I saw, I didn’t give a dub. What happened in my heart at that moment, I can’t tell. Prepare for the worst, sit in bed, look, and between my legs - cats, 8 shower!



Fuck, it was cold at night and the cat decided to give birth in a "warm place" and recently found nothing more suitable than the owner in the bed. I almost sat down early because of her, but the comic situation made me smile in that difficult morning – still in place. And the view from the side I had was - the guy gave birth to a kitten and was pleased with the...