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I live in a five-story house. Neighbors, their mother, very heart-hearted and caring people: sheltered a cat at the entrance.
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A story about how one beetle-hop, under the approving silence of the beetles, banned one cat. Being kind and not indifferent in our time is not in honor. It is a pity that the injury was not placed.

The good and indifferent take the homeless cat to themselves, as was suggested,
And not forcing the whole entrance to smell the cat’s urine.

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More than that. The food that the serdobroli debils leave to the cat, is spoiled, smells, it is planted in the strawberries. Cats then give birth to kittens there, half of which die and start to rot right in the basement. Sometimes these cats themselves will also die, well, you realized... no one of the feeding people thinks about it. And once I had to go down with the chairman of the ZSK in the basement of our residential house. The poisoning desire to hold down is quite difficult. And he and the carpenter burn rubber gloves every month and clean all the products of life, rotten food and, sometimes, the bodies of kittens in order not to get a fine from any next inspection. Do not even try to use the argument about rats - there have long been ways to get rid of them without cats.