At night, the cat walked around the apartment and spotted as if not in himself, preventing him from sleeping.
Despite this behavior during the day, he asked his wife for all kinds of cat tastes,
The apple, the rugged sweaters... Now this gray scapegoat has collapsed on the couch with her legs up, closed her shy eyes with her foreheads and shakes.
What did you have to do in a past life to become a cat? Saving the Buddha?