A friend told me that her mother had a British cat. Her mother sprinkled her ears about him. Then she came to visit her mother for two weeks, lived for a week and then remembered: "My mother has a cat!" And for a few days I really believed that the cat did not exist, and my mom got the sum. There is a bowl, there are dishes, there is no cat. It turned out that this clever pop almost a week and a half ran to her exclusively behind her back, like in cartoons. · ·