I fall asleep, and my hand hangs from the couch. I feel the cat touched her leg and started licking with her scratched tongue (sometimes it does). I turn to the other side and see my Vaska sleeping safely in my legs! I went under the bed and there was another cat sitting. Apparently, he walked through the vineyard to me through the balcony to the second floor. The childhood fear of the monster under the bed was realized.

The growth of popular approval is no longer on television.

I had in the institute a friend from the kzyl hordes. Whether he was a chess player, I don’t remember. I played blind. All of them endured. I only won him once. But! On other subjects, pen pen. The entire diaspora worked with him. Mathematics and programming are deaf. He was expelled after the first session. All the couples. Then I learned that playing chess is not always a sign of intelligence.

xxx: I carried a friend home, he was in the saliva, and I did not know where he lived. Well, we approach the house, I lead him, we approach the entrance, he begins to attach the key to the homephone, and I see that it is a different type of key, not from this homephone. I began to doubt that they came at the address. A friend assures that it is his house, and begins to whisper: "Those fuck the castles changed!!“!”

I think shit is happening. And it is not good to throw it away, it will be in trouble, and I don't understand where to take it, because I swear that his house, and some "they" changed the locks... he tries to apply the wrong key for 10 minutes, eventually someone opened us, passed by, and we got up and got to him home. What do you think, really fucking changed the homephone.



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It is easy to treat life with humor if life is strange.

Dog and Cat: The 90s

Beginning of the 90s. The breed dogs were still nonsense, but I bought a boxer puppy. I loved these dogs when I first met them.

Time was like this, there were no veterinarians, dog medicines... Generally speaking, a four-month-old puppy after cutting his ears (a boxer) in the wardrobe (where pigs were mostly cut eggs since the time of Lawrence Palych) caught parvavirus enteritis, well or popularly "olympic".

Sickness is worse than pest. The dog is rejected mucus in the stomach, in the intestines... everywhere... The dog does not eat, does not drink... in short, the mucus rejected from it comes out a few days of torment and death.

Fortunately, I was brought with a man who finished a veterinarian. He then prescribed several dozen injections four times a day, subcutaneous feeding with a large syringe of glucose with calcium, human cocarboxylase for the heart, and a very rare in those years drug camedon, which as a photo film cannot be kept in the light... Drink only water mixed with the drug Regidron! Twenty years have passed, I remember some of the drugs.

And almost all day long I needed to cuddle the puppy, boil the syringes and still do a dropper.

My question is – how? Sasha, so they called the veterinarian, said. If you want a dog to survive, don’t ask how. I’ll show you now and you’ll do it later. Otherwise the dog will die.

And the most interesting thing, I struggled to take unpaid leave at work, and for a whole month without sleep and rest, I knotted the puppy with a small handwriting from two notebook sheets. When feeding subcutaneously - on a small bite, such a weak bubble struck in the place of the injection (a huge syringe was obtained from veterinarians in the sovhospice).

A boxer named Lord. The home name “Leluka” appeared.

My cat helped me a lot. I could never have imagined in my life that my wildest red bandit, already such a solid age, the absolute dominant who walked on the street on his own, walked through thirty-three basements of cats and, most importantly, did not welcome the appearance of a puppy in the house. And this evil monster suddenly changes its priorities.

To the dying puppy the cat Egor came, lay next to him and heated that there is strength...First from the back, then slid under the stomach. He lay down, cried and heated with all his cat's irreconcilable heat.

I agree, I was quite recently, in those years I returned from the army, first was Afghanistan, and then in the 89th happened in my military life, the summer events in the Fergana Valley... Everything was, but the nerve vaccination was excellent. But when I saw all this dog-cat idyll, I really had tears.

and yes. I kept cuddling the puppy. Extending his life without knowing how it will end.

And the cat Egor, running to the street to write, returned literally twenty minutes later and settled near the puppy. The cat! by Carl! Not a cat!! to

All the nerves, betrayals and sleepless nights were rewarded with excess, when after a month with a small, the puppy finally got up, pierced to his bowl and first drank water and ate what was sharply pushed to him...

This moment as a photograph still has in my brain. I remember crying at that moment, trying to hold back my tears.

As a boxer, Leha paid the cat Egor for his help.

Our town is small, Karelian, and every second is a fisherman, and every fifth is a hunter.

Here we had a hunter who trained his seams on cats walking on the street. I don’t know why, but his two dogs broke the cats into pieces. The fact that his uncle was the director of the forest farm and an honorary citizen of the city - always relieved him from responsibility, but what is the responsibility here in the nineties?

It all happened unexpectedly, I was walking with Lord, and the cat in the yard was walking on its own... And suddenly the dog broke the steering wheel so that it took me off my feet and broke somewhere in the direction of the wilderness...

There has never been such a thing in my life, and I first fainted, then my brain worked and I saw an epic picture. My cat was sitting on a pedestrian, flooded trail in the desert and quietly slipped out. From the side of the neighboring quarter to him carried ADA dogs (which was discussed above) and to them flew overhead Lecha with a black back (in boxers during the aggression, the back becomes black).

A cat would have lived for a few seconds, if the hunting seam shot down by a red rocket did not fly off for half a meter, and the second was not crushed by a red tank.

Lord broke one, then distracted and moved to the other... I have never seen such a picture in my life that dogs equal in weight just fly in the air as in cartoons.

The owner of the sewing, despite his hundred and fifty kilos. He ran like a sprinter to save his bastards. I also fell on the other side with all my legs.

The cat, after finishing, turned around. I saw all this pipet, and stumbled to stumble, as the cat was ordered.

One of the saucers scared at the owner’s feet. From the second I barely pulled off the leech.

Of course, there were ponts that “I’ll take the gun”, “You’ll pay”... and so on. But it didn’t work :) There were objective reasons for that in those years.

Lord lived his entire dog life in dignity. I saw my wedding. Even my daughter’s newborn babysitter... And died of old age at the age of 12.

The cat Egor was killed by a fugitive criminal, refreshed and sold for a rabbit to some drunkard... After which there was a loud criminal trial in the Leningrad region in connection with the murder of a man "for cats". This is a separate story worthy of a series. The case of "killed cats" is still remembered by old investigators in Lenoblast.

This is the story of a cat and a dog.

by Deviant

“As a child, I wanted to be a pirate. Thank God, no one has taken me seriously or assigned me an operation to remove my eye and cut off my leg,” said Bill Mar, an American blogger and TV host, commenting on the policy of allowing children to change gender.

xxx: As the inhabitants of Crimea⁠⁠ say: "Our hotels are not intended for such a number of tourists.

Our hotels are not intended for tourists.

My wife weighs 105 kg and commands everything in the house. I kindly call it a decision-making center.

I: Come to me...

She: And what will we do?

I (to try to keep the intrigue):

Let’s kick someone...

In the 1990s, I was in a bad company. Although she read a lot and studied well, the place of residence - the hop district laid its mark.

And this is how, in our bad company came a girl - a sitting woman.

She began to tell how bad it was in the area. I was impressed and said:

I would have died if I got there.

She looked at me carefully and said:

What are you afraid of? You will become someone’s girlfriend, you will be loved and protected.

I wandered from such a prospect, so that I went to Moscow to enter. Far away from the area.

There are many hungry people in the throat.

Paradise for $13,000

Brandon Grimshaw sent himself to a deserted island and lived there for 50 years.
As a result, the grown-up piece of sushi turned into a paradise corner, which Grimshaw tried to buy for $ 50 million.
He did not sell.
And this is why...
When Brandon Grimshaw was forty, he quit his job as a newspaper editor and began a new life. For $13,000 he bought a tiny deserted island in the Seychelles and moved there forever.
No human foot has been on the island for 50 years. Brandon's new possessions were so thick in grass that the cocos that fell from the trees could not reach the ground.
At first, Grimshaw could not even get around the island – he had to sail to the opposite end in a boat.
As the true Robinson believes, Brandon has found a companion from among the Aborigines.
His name was René Lafortin. Together with René Brandon began to furnish his new home.
While René only visited the island periodically, Brandon lived on it for decades without leaving anywhere. and alone.
In 39 years, Grimshaw and Lafortin planted 16,000 trees and built 5 kilometers of paths.
In 2007, René Lafortin died, and Brandon remained on the island alone.
He was 81 years old.
It attracted 2,000 new bird species to the island and brought more than a hundred giant turtles that were on the verge of extinction in the rest of the world (including the Seychelles).
Thanks to Grimshaw's efforts, the once deserted island now houses two-thirds of the Seychelles' fauna.
For some time, Brandon even tried to search for gold on the island - according to rumors, pirates buried countless treasures there.
So nothing to find, he returned to what he did best - to take care of nature.
An abandoned piece of earth turned into a paradise. A few years ago, the prince of Saudi Arabia offered Brandon Grimshaw $50 million for the island, but Robinson refused. “I don’t want a rich island to become a favorite vacation destination.
It’s better to be a national park that everyone can enjoy.”
In 2008, the island was declared a national park. Grimshow was delighted by all visitors. Just hanged for the chance a sign: “Respect the turtles, there is a possibility that they are older than you.”
Journalists began to come to the island to listen to amazing stories and take interviews, several people even made documentaries about Brandon.
One of them came out on the eve of Brandon’s death in August last year. He was 86 years old.
In one later interview, Grimshaw was asked if he ever felt lonely. “Yes, only one time.
I was photographing a room in London,” he said.

We expect women to work as if they had no children. To raise children as if they have no work. They seem like they have no children or work.

Once I went home through the park, and suddenly I noticed something strange among the trees. I get closer, I look in, and I see that they are fucking — a guy with a girl standing with cancer and holding hands at a tree. There was a storm of emotions in my head, "as it is possible" and "you have shaken something," and then suddenly something came, as if it was straight from above, the illumination. I thought it wasn’t my business. And went on.

The only reason there are pyramids in Egypt is that they are too heavy to be transported to the British Museum.

Yesterday we were at the workshop. One drops some important thing on the floor. Mother, it slides, and here the cloth on the ass breaks. The second melancholy: “Hands are cut...”

Millions of teenagers want to save our planet from pollution. Millions of their parents want them to start it from their room.

In his young years, he decided to make pasta for the first time, because his father was stuck in quake 3 and saving the starving people was the work of the starving people themselves.

I put water, boiled, took a pack of pasta, read from behind as needed, salted, tossed, stunned, and here the item "To cook until ready." I did not understand.

Baaatya, how do you know how to cook before you are ready? How much time?

A scream from the room:

Ready to eat them!

There were no more questions.

When a child hugs you, you feel the touch of God.