Kitty
The ship cat Froil returned to his guard N. The elevated mood was not ruined even by the wind that rose, blowing in the mouth. The descent to the shore was successful, without morderboys, full of love and songs. The wind intensified, it began to smell, and Frol walked boldly along the edge of the sidewalk, whispering about himself some melody. As he passed by a high breeze with yellow leaves, he caught incomprehensible sounds with his sensitive ear. Frol stopped and shrugged his head, looking closely at the crown of the tree. There, among the leaves trembling in the wind, on a thin branch, like a pack of cellophane stuck, sat a tiny kitten, stuck in it with a dead grip. He made similar sounds. How did he get there? Could the dogs have gone away? Frol looked around, there was no one nearby. He breathed, easily jumped onto the trunk, and as a refueling sailor on the vents, he began to climb up. Having reached the desired height, he moved the spirit, and carefully along the thin branches approached the kitten. The baby's eyes were tearing from the wind, he complained when he saw Frol.
Help me! I saw the cat Frol in his eyes.
Taken tightly, Frol tightly took the cat with his teeth for the cheek, and slowly turning, began to descend. Froome never had to work as a rescue worker. The kitten became heavier and heavier, and as if in the fog, he almost lost consciousness, reached the ground. Having dropped the cat on the chubby grass, he froze, as if he had forgotten to squeeze his teeth. The kitten whispered, and Frol, as if awakened, pulled out his numb jaw, and looked at him carefully. Age - three months, color - black spots, like the piton. The blow of the wind raised his wool, revealing his red undercoat. Something familiar Froome saw in the rescued. It quickly darkened.
“Well, be it,” said Frol in his own way, and walked to the side of the shore. After a few steps he turned. A cat followed him.
You cannot be with me. I am at work, Frol cried out.
But the cat was not behind. So insulting, Frol approached the guard's similar, and stopped. The cat sat next door.
Okay okay...
Covering his enormous body of the little one, he unheardly ran on board the ship. The guard, pretending not to notice the guest, smiled amusedly. Unnoticed, they reached the cabin of the ship's doctor. Lieutenant Ponomarenko Froome has long learned to open it by jumping and clinging to the door.
When Ponomarenko returned to the cabin, Frol sat on his cane and licked the found.
and Frol! Have you gone crazy? Did you put him on the boat? — The doctor went on to fake.
The law of fraud. I passed through the star.
What a scream? He pushed the open door of the cabin.
by Ponomarenko! What kind of zoo? When he saw the cats, he became angry. Frol tolerated and even respected. But having two cats on his boat is too much.
This in the warehouse, and this on board!
Suddenly Frol jumped up and, taking the combat stand, whistled. The fur rose up in the oak, and it seemed, having doubled, to look like a small but angry tiger.
Stopped, but quickly took himself into his hands.
And calmly! He rattled.
Starring Starr’s heels. Spit on the ass of Frol, putting the front legs on the string. Only the tail hit the deck nervously. Next to Frol, taking the same posture, and looking frightened at the starpom, the kitten sat.
The Circus! - he passed through his teeth with a starch, and sharply clogged the door, went to his cabin.

The whole night I wandered around trying to fall asleep. He fell asleep, and a strange dream began. As if the guard’s team consisted of red and spotted cats. He woke up in horror, smoked a cigarette, went to bed again, trying to fall asleep. But the cats came back to sleep. His hand pulled for the cigarette again.

Six months ago, his six-year-old daughter fell under a car. The doctors saved her, but she stopped speaking. For days she was sitting by the window, pulling something out with a thin finger on the glass. She was not interested in anything. No toys, no cartoons, no books with bright pictures. The daughter completely disappeared, becoming like a small statue.

In the morning, a loud knock was heard at the door of the cabin of the ship's doctor Ponomarenko. When he saw her, he saw the star.
You hear me, Stallone. Give me a cat, the doctor said.
Ready for everything, but not for that, Ponomarenko was confused. He leaned, and, taking the piece lying next to Frol, silently extended it to the starp. He took him carefully, and, shaking his head, departed. Frol watched closely, not moving from the spot.
Withdrawing from the ship, starting, carefully holding the shinelli board, he paid tribute to the Flag, and took a quick step toward his apartment. He hurried the step, as if afraid of being late for something important. What can’t happen without him.
Opening the door with his key, and kissing his wife in the cheek, he, not getting dressed, quickly entered the daughter's room. As usual, I sat by the window and looked out.
Starpom pulled out the cat from the sinuses, and stopped near the daughter, holding it on the palms.
and Daddy! She whispered, gently pressing the cat’s chest.
Stark squeezed a sudden tear. A woman was crying silently.

- This is Frol, - the starter uncomfortable snuffed st. L-tu Ponomarenko two banks of beef cane.
For what?
On the cloudy face of the star was a smile.

And Frol, seeing himself in the mirror, understood why the cat seemed familiar to him. He had two dark arrows on his mouth, like Frohl’s, going from his eyes, as if extending them. And a red shirt. There were no red cats in the area, except Froil. And the cat was then coloured, like the piton.
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