One day a relative came to me, looking at the night like snow on his head, without warning.
Well, since they had not seen him for a long time, he introduced him to his everyday life, showed pictures and, among other things, introduced his cat-half-puppy.
Timothy (That is the same thing).

As appropriate, the further cult program included drinking alcoholic beverages, and with an interesting interlocutor and drinking a pleasant, clear affair. We did not overcome all the vodka, I will not boast, but as the event ended, I hardly remember.

Early in the morning I hear through the dense fog in my head the noise in the kitchen.
Well, I think, again, the ugly animal is crawling on unpicked dishes.
Having gathered the will in the fist and overwhelmed the lazy and unpleasant feeling of weakness after yesterday, I shout as loudly as possible to the cat: -Tima, p.And after the spent Azzsky efforts, go to sleep.

At breakfast, I noticed that the relative was somewhat quiet, quiet. To stop with questions is not obvious, it is not easy for a person after consumption. But after ordering a couple of beers, he gives me - old man, you apologize, of course, that I woke you up early in the morning, the sausage is completely overcome... I, he says, I understand everything and I am not offended... but I am not Japanese, nor Kazakh - why is it ploskomorphic?? to

My mosquito after the beer lightened, and I lively remembered that the animal was sleeping next to him, in his legs... everything became clear.
The boy’s name is Dima.
What to do, had to drink more, to clarify the inconvenient situation.