The Belgian:
When I was a child, I had a cat who was terribly afraid of the vacuum cleaner - only to hear him get out of the warehouse, immediately hid in the most distant room. One day, when my mother was dusting, my younger brother went under the journal table, where my mother also needed to dust and she started to play with my brother in a joke, and my brother began to whisper and chew out of excitement and joy (small, also a little afraid, apparently). I was a puppy when the cat, coming from a distant room for a whistle, rushed with all the courage to the vacuum cleaner brush, like a terrible predator. It was something! I became proud of my cat after this event.