It is the morning of January 1st, it is the morning of January 1st. My wife and children jumped to some morning/show, I lay on the couch in half anabolic after yesterday. “Treat like this,” said the Professor. And I went. He went to the refrigerator, took a half bottle of cold vodka, a drink, a lemon and went back to the couch. Because of the strength not even to sit, all spent on the trip to the refrigerator.

I lie on the couch mouthy up, after a drink, I catch the sensations. Next to the floor behind the couch, in a similar position lies the cat Sev. Also, after yesterday's eating, he can't walk, he can't even turn to the side, which is why it resembles a mocked square with his legs at angles. And only where the head, painfully blinking blue eyes and periodically delivered heavy shaking of the holiday cat.

The second drink after the lemoncher went great. I was already starting to think about the third, as a whistle! He crushed the key in the castle and into the house, the wife fell from the frost shouting that the tickets were forgotten. Well, I think now as the vodka matures, so my quiet day is over. I have to hide. And while she was digging there with her boots in the hallway, I, already confidently moving, grabbed the bottle and shudderly put it on the couch. I put it carefully so that it doesn’t ring. It succeeded! He did not make a sound. I put the lemon under the couch and lie down, like I am all so painful, and only the eye cleverly shines.

The wife grabbed the tickets, jumped into the boots and again went to the siren range of the holiday. I used the bottle. There is a picture! A picture of unbreakable friendship, support and trust.

Behind the sofas, where I put the bottle, a cat lies on his back, looks at me, the bottle stands on his stomach (so it didn’t ring), slightly leaned and leaned to the wall (so it doesn’t fall). He also scares her with her back legs, a cowardly friend. I am barely breathing looking at me and only with my eyes so bubbly, and my mouth silently opens, like everything, the shocher has passed? Can I relax?

The cat is 2 years old. I think in a year and a half, I’ll send him for a beer. and what? A friend in trouble will not give up (tested) and will not ask (physiology). This is what a true, faithful friend means.and c)