Once upon a time there was a cat. So big, beautiful. She had a mistress and a little son of the mistress, the latter, by the way, she loved dearly and never even scratched. The cat slept wherever it needed, or rather wherever it wanted, but it also had an official place - there it escaped from the irrepressible adoration of its little owner. After all, he, like all children, faithfully observed the rule "I am in the house." So the cat lived freely in her house, and more often in the whole apartment, until a strange and terrible smell appeared in this very apartment one fine morning, and behind the smell and its very source - a large ginger puppy of a dog!
So it was a dog
What a shock the cat experienced, words cannot be described, all her plans for a serene life in her own habitable apartment seemed to collapse at the same moment. She arched her back, for some reason became twice as large and, petrified in this position, stood, unable to move. And all these so-called owners giggled cheerfully, not in the least worried about the cat's catastrophe.
The puppy himself, by the way, behaved more decently than anyone else, he did not giggle, but dusted himself off and went to sniff the apartment. True, at the same time he ran into the cat, strange, but it seems that at first he took it for a part of the interior, she was so motionless. From surprise and shock, the cat hit the impudent in the face. The puppy jumped back, thank God, there were no claws - despite the panic, the cat saw that there was a real child in front of her.
It's a long, long acquaintance
“Yeah, baby. With my height”- the cat thought discontentedly, looking at the puppy swarming below from the safe height of the master's table. She, like any clever creature, looked deep into the problem, and what did she see there … Well, yes, she imagined this puppy in a year so, the size of a calf, and with horror squeezed into the table.
“How are we going to live,” she asked everyone in the house longingly. But for some reason no one supported her painful thoughts. The hostess, gently cooing, tried to bring this foul-smelling creature, the puppy, to the very nose of the cat, causing her to be dumbfounded and square eyes. And the beloved little master's son generally played cheerfully on the floor, forgetting about the cat completely. There are no words to express what dark days have come for an abandoned cat, poor by all, forced to live in its own house and walk with a look around.
Thaw, or Everything Is Just Beginning
However, time passed, and little by little the cat changed the height of its habitat, after a couple of weeks it could already walk on the floor, but still could not stand this red-haired creature next to it. But she liked to watch how the owners treat the puppy: they comb, cut their claws, wash and, oh horror, put a collar on him. Well, it’s true, he didn’t look unhappy, but what to take from this stupid creature, he’s just a dog!
This cat, always sticking out like a steering wheel, wagging its tail was especially annoying, no, how can you be satisfied 24 hours a day? “This is dementia, not otherwise, maybe he won't last long at all, you look, everything will return as it was,” - with these thoughts the fluffy fell asleep on the same table. True, we must pay tribute to these traitorous owners, they were smart enough to at least not let the redhead bark at the cat. Maloy quickly realized that shouting at the elders should not be and was imbued with respect. Well, at least something for the first time.
