When I pull my cat Mitty out of the closet, asleep, soft, cuddled, I think there is somewhere a planet of the Big Cats. They are as important there as we are here. The same growth, and we get them to the middle of the ankle. Cats there pick up frozen little people near the entrance and bring them home. Feed sandwiches and hot tea. They hang in their advertisements with photographs: "Yesterday found, could not pass by. The person is very affectionate, it is visible that he is home, knows the toilet and manicure. I can’t afford it, I already have two people. Take!” and a picture of an ordinary such person in a striped coat, sitting on the couch, watching TV. How not to take it? [...] And they are there too, as we are here, walking around the room and seeing a man falling down on the couch and sleeping, spreading his legs to the sides. It is impossible to pass by such a dumb man. In an attack of tenderness, cats pull it out of the couch and begin to target a dry nose, smooth, steep their head into the stomach. The cat’s wife will say to the cat’s husband in a whisper: “Oh! Well, look at how he washes his teeth and brushes his teeth!” and quietly steals behind the phone to click. Cats on their planet are generally very kind and caring. Unfortunately, some men are not lucky. [...] When one cat comes to another for a visit, the person will sit under the couch. The cat slips under the couch and begins to pull the man by his leg: "This is our Vitalik, look how fat!"
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