The story of the "cat telepatic"
A cat, or rather a cat, drowned in a plastic bag. He got up the top and tried to breathe. When I caught a plastic bag with drowning kittens, it was left alive alone. Wet and dreaming of only one thing - to breathe. It was 1999. Thin, blind, not understanding what is happening.
When I got home, I realized we were going to divorce. “What is this ugliness?The ex shouted. “Do you know he’s blind?” I fed the cat from a pipette, and turned away from the sex cloth, which the former did not spare. Can you tell me I am allergic? Can you see that he’ll wipe it all?”
Basya slept on my arms, then moved because he grew up, and slept on my stomach. I was so relieved when we divorced. It was probably 2001 or 2002. 11 years of loneliness. I worked all the time, I am a big director of a huge company. Basha asked for only one. Eating and sleeping on my stomach. Remove the toilet. I went out with a cat every day, I went on vacation with him, the cat visited the United States and the Maldives. Until the null year of 2011 has come. I remember the night of December 31 for a moment. There was nothing to eat, I thought to buy a chicken and a salad to celebrate, but I sat in the office so much that I came home at 7 a.m. He fed the cat, opened the long-presented whiskey, and we sat in the kitchen, under the TV. There was light outside the window, and so I got sick, I cry, I can't calm down, straight offensive. That I am alone, that I am soon 40 years old, no wife, no children, and for whom it’s all... I think I’ll sleep. He pulled the cat off his stomach and lay somewhat more free. And here is dream. A cat comes in a dream and asks, “Do you really want a family? Will you drive me out when a child is born? Will you never drown me like in that plastic bag? Are you going to chew me like before? “I’ll find you a woman.”

I wake up from the fact that Basya vomits, bites my legs, breaks my leg straight into the blood. He got up and went to the pharmacy. January 1, 12 in the morning. They stood in a line of two people, the cashier stumbled, there was time, they talked, two months later they married. A boy was born who loved the cat. Basha died yesterday, he lived 19 years. He came to me in a dream for a couple of weeks and said, “I’m dying. I am sorry.”