I am a housewife, so I have a cat. They lived and did not want to, but had to leave the city for a couple of days. Where is the cat? Friends and acquaintances or children (torture), or their livelihoods (go to my grandparents). You can ask any of the neighbors to feed, I have a normal relationship with them. But the grandmothers are sclerotic, and the bowl will not be cleaned. I'm waiting for the elevator, a guy comes, a neighbor from the other floor. I think, what if... I ask, what about cats? Okay, he says, I’ll be doing it soon. I am like this: "And take my for 5 days to sweat!"In general, they agreed, the cat with his barrel moved, I left the food bigger and the cat, and the neighbor, and left. When she returned, she took her life...What do you say? On the first day it became clear that he now drinks only water from under the crane. Then - that at three o'clock at night he now has an extra meal. Today I caught him on the fact that the wallpaper is scratching in the corridor. And even the matter is not that it is scratching, but that now there is clearly beautiful "HU", and another vertical strip (more, apparently, did not have time). Male education, fucking... Well, even though I didn’t start smoking.