It is a Somali cat. He needs special care.

A neighbor went on holiday for two weeks and brought us something with a hanging to the floor belly and two eyelids.

"The Frog and the Traitor" was read on the face of a cat as he looked at the hostess explaining to us how to feed a Somali.

To our surprise, the musician ate things we didn’t even try.

The calf, cooked turkey and rabbit in our family has never been cooked. The cat fell on the side in the middle of the kitchen and watched my grandmother, who in the war was eating potato cleansers, astonished at the varied menu of a sucking cat.

How did he deserve such a meal? Did he fight? Okay, here are those rescue dogs... well, who pull people out of the rubble... And your Music saved someone?

We all looked at the cat, trying to understand what his merit was.

The musician slowly flashed and closed his eyes.

Ignoring the question, the neighbor took a small pot out of her pocket that contained a couple of teaspoons of red caviar and said that you could give a cat ten caviars a day for vitaminization.

Standing in the passage between the corridor and the kitchen, I heard the grandmother, accompanying Galina, quietly said to herself under the nose "Huanization".

The neighbor stopped at the door and exhaled the last command:

Let someone of you always be there. He does not tolerate loneliness.

What does he not endure? My grandmother asked.

“Loneliness,” repeated Galia and added, “you have to play with it, scratch it, smooth it. Just don’t touch your head – he doesn’t like that. Better on the back.

The first thing a grandmother did when the door closed was to put her hand on the Somali man’s head, between his ears. This gesture meant that vitaminization was cancelled.

Do you have chicken stomachs?

The cat whispered, but the grandmother pressed a little harder and said that we would play now, so that the animal did not think of dying alone.

The grandmother took the mirror and let the sunny rabbit in the room. Such a game the musician did not know and probably remembered for the rest of his life. Within an hour, the cat caught the necklace.

The rabbit slipped through the walls, to the ceiling itself, then returned, threw the cat in his legs, walked through the mocked mouth and washed up again. At some point, I even wanted the sun to go down before the cat had a heart attack.

At sunset, the musician ate the chicken’s stomachs, blinked and fell asleep.

My grandmother made me a sandwich:

Let’s get vitaminized, Len! I will try the rabbit tomorrow.