I came to a acquaintance. They have a cat. stupid to impossible. While I was there, he wiped the stick out of my boots, took it to the hosts’ bed and buried it under the pillow. Then he jumped like a young antelope on shelves and cabinets. Then I walked down the bottom of the bath, and the enabled water didn’t bother him.))))
The owner said, “Look.
I started brushing my teeth. The wet (and walking in the bath) cat slipped on her back, and began to catch her leg brush (well, a figured, moving too).
In an attempt to throw it down, he stumbled his nails in the back and held back.
In the end, I saw this beast entering his house. He joyfully overcomes the master's sofa in two jumps (and if suddenly the masters are lying there, this is not an obstacle), and, jumping high, pulls out the front legs and flies straight into the house. From the direct super-man of the local spill!

Now I don’t know whether to cry or rejoice that I don’t have a cat.