Cats are such artists, fucking... I put on the cat a shale - and he has his legs scorned and spit on the side. I check, it doesn’t go anywhere. The cat is lying, hearty, looking with sad eyes. It was only necessary to pull out a piece of cheese and put it in a bowl - hurra, the cat went! He was born as if nothing had happened. Then the cheese ended, and the cat’s legs were rejected again.