We live with a family, a dog, a cat and a turtle in a countryside house. I recently had a beautiful grass. As always happens, the sickness immediately started and began to spoil the beauty. Cat Lastick is a liar of anecdotes about lazy cats.
During the summer, the whole village is devoured. It is useless to hunt them.
He dropped the dog from the chain. I drove to Nora. Without much hope, he pushed the speech. “Lisa, would you catch that shit, would you?
and forgotten. I go out in the morning - there is a drowned crot on the doorstep. Over him sits Lizza with a proud face.
I will allow myself a small retreat. Animals cannot speak human language. The mimics and gestures are excellent. You just have to watch. But even if the owner is not observant, they will find a way to convey their thoughts. For example, our cat Lastik, when we gave him Russian-made cabbage, did not want to eat it in any way. When we touched him with questions “what and why,” he approached the bowl with his back legs and pretended to be buried. Just like visiting the cat’s toilet. And the face clearly read the phrase: “Fu, g... but!”
So here, over the roof on the doorstep, a proud Lizza sits... I, slightly squeezed, try to figure out what to do with him. I said to myself, “Lizka, would you eat it?” I go for garbage bags.
Followed by a dog’s blind eye. Really, what is there?
Crot is small, disgusting, there is almost no meat - one wool.
I come back. There is no crocodile. Just a wet spot on the door. I look around and ask, where is the crap? I, say, brought packages for him, I want to throw them into the garbage... And on Lizzy’s unfortunate mouth it is clearly read: “Master! “You and M!”