You don’t know, keep silent:
here here :
John: No woman has ever pursued me so passionately and gently that I scratched her behind her ear and fed her with whisky.)
love your cat, and who has not - lead)) true selfish and pure love only here))

You stop feeding her and scratching behind her ear - she will sneeze, and she will still be in the shoulder) selfish you say? Oh well...

You will not feed - under your feet will start to throw, grieve, catch your feet, steal food, finally. You will not scratch behind your ear - it will come on your knees, start climbing, touching in your eyes. Once I tried not to pay attention to the cat for 15 minutes - he cried, ran, asked for a pen, and under the end stood (he is very long, orc), grabbed me by the waist with his legs, looked me in the eyes, right into the soul, and said: "Maaaaaaaaauauauauauauauauauauauauauauauauauauauauauauauauauauauauauauauauauauauauauauauauauauauauauauauauauauauauauauauauauauauauauauauauauauauauauauauauauauauauauauauauauauauauauauauauauauau" with such a pain in the voice...I don't know what you did with your cat, that she washed off you, pouring the feces in