I remember a companion went on a business trip for a couple of weeks and gave me his cat on a bench. The cat was old, did not eat food, eaten almost basically only fish, which she needed to cook, because from old age to chew raw could not especially. And one day, and it was summer, my colleagues and I organized a small corporate, went to fire a shale, where I dressed quite, which is not inherent to me in principle. I came home at night and remembered that I needed to feed the cat. He took a small pot, threw the fish there, poured water and decided to lie down. Naturally, in a drunk state, I immediately crashed. I woke up from the fact that this cat wept at me, beating my legs on my face. The whole apartment was in smoke. The water apparently boiled out, and the fish in the pot began to roast and then burn. The apartment was fully ventilated then day two, and the cat came out and saved the life of a drunkard.