My uncle told me the story. During his student years, his friend (a political student) agreed to look after the apartment of relatives (aunt and uncle) who were leaving for a vacation. The friend himself lived in the dormitory, and the prospect was incredibly pleased. The family had a family: a cat.
And a couple of puppets. My aunt gave instructions:
This is the money you have for food, this is the meat for the cat.
It only eats meat, and it’s food for puppets.
My uncle and aunt went south. He stayed alone in a beautiful apartment. Two days of drinking (with active use of alcoholic beverages, and how much without them!). The money left by my aunt was all spent. The next day, my own money was exhausted. Eating is hunting. He ate meat intended for the cat, then began cooking the cabbage from the food for the paparazzi. By the time of arrival of relatives, the cat (who previously could curl his nose from cutting) was actively eating salted cucumbers, and the papagaies were delighted with the tiny pieces from the table. Poor non-separators lost weight and lost part of their feathers. And then came the day of arrival. Uncle and aunt looked around the clean washed apartment (the student tried). And then the aunt saw a cat eating his salt cucumbers:
What is it? What he eats? The Oak? The salt?
Students with an unfavorable view:
Probably lack of vitamins.
When I saw the puppy:
Why are poppies so thin and sluggish?
- They were bored, they ate nothing, absolutely... I was surprised... birds, and so on.
The loyalty...
My aunt blinked.
Popcorns were fed. They ate so much that they could not take off, but only sat in a cage, not believing in their happiness. The cat, after this story, began to do nuts on a black day (after the couch, the closet, etc.). D is Nits, naturally spoiled, issuing an untransmitted amber.
P.S The student was no longer asked to take care of the apartment and animals.