And our cat on the wave Black Lives Matter has filled up its vocabulary, although we do not live in America.
Cat two - one white, fatty and absolutely inert, so that access to it is not denied anywhere, it will still lie in a carcass wherever it is placed. The second is black like resin, very lively and playful, sometimes too much. So it happens when we want to quietly watch a movie in the evening, we drive a black man out of the door, if he goes too far, i.e., he starts running on the ceiling, drilling holes in the couch, etc. It happens that he still crashes back, as he knows how to open the door himself perfectly, but it happens that he leaves offended, and then demonstrately does not return.
At some point, at this most mentioned wave, I had a habit: if I had to remove a cat from the room, I would take a dead body and, saying, “Marsic, we have racism,” I would take it out of the door.
And here, one day, the black falls and begins to crumble. Well, I think it’s time to get up, to endure. I get up from the chair with the words, “Marsic, we have racism.” And then this miracle turns to me, looks full of contempt and proudly leaves the room alone! Then they re-checked several times - hearing the word "racism", the cat himself leaves the room. So now we also have a victim of racism who is fully aware of this fact.