I lost a cat.
They looked for 6 hours, ran under the balcony, thought he fell from the 9th floor. But no body, no blood, all floors were checked, the roof. They posted an announcement on all social networks about the disappearance. I calm my wife with a valerian, and myself with a bow. The road was for us this mocked Scottish p*z@#k.
Suddenly at 2 p.m. we hear a short MIAU and the sound of the falling pot. We run out, lighten the light and see the painting with oil: our cat in the borst and pasta. It turned out that we had a grid away from ventilation in the kitchen, the cat broke through this matter, pushed away with his leg, passed away (with just 5 kg!) And on the ventilation walked, somewhere he fell asleep! Extreme to fucking!! to