And yet they bought it for me!) And how unhappy the cat is !!!
Sasha rightly decided that since I was slandered by an evil little cat, I should be encouraged))) I courageously refused sneakers and a new handbag.
“Exercise bike!!!” I yelled happily.
— What?!?! — Sasha was horrified. — There is no money !!!
— Urururu?!?! — The cat was indignant. And confirmed. No!!!-Urrruuu!!!!
— Well, with Avito! — I drawled.
Sasha got into the computer, and the cat began to yell. Expressed, infection, everything that he thinks about me and my desire.
— If you scream like that, I’ll take the money from your account! — I assured him vengefully. You will be left without your pate!
-Ururu?! — The cat was indignant, and rushed to check his supplies.
In this tone, I usually whine about the fact that someone has too little food left, and someone will have to starve))) Always works! Just a threat! Honestly, this pug has never been hungry! But he remembers this tone, and immediately runs to check the bins.
— Calm down. — Sashka assured him. — You will not lose weight!
-Uuruuuu!
Trainer found. Called, agreed, went. But we wouldn’t be us if everything went smoothly the first time))) We came to the same address, but there was no owner. I call back, no answer. Okay! I, in principle, got used to the fact that everything is not easy. Flicked through more. Found. They called. Deal. Let’s go. The owner is at home, but the simulator does not have a pedal.
— And how? — I asked myself a question about the urgent.
-What did you want for three thousand?!
Really. Well, maybe not a new but working simulator?! OK. OK. Found more. For two and a half. They called, agreed, arrived. Everything is fine, but there is practically no rubber on the handles. As if gnawed.
-Dog? Sasha smiled. And gloomy. — Or a cat?
-Uh… parrot.
We looked at each other and moved on. If nothing else comes up, we’ll take this one. But suddenly there is?
Then the standard scenario, found, called, agreed.
We went into the apartment, and taaaam …. a whole horde of little poor cats! And the smell is appropriate.
-Eeeee- And the simulator, as luck would have it, is perfect! I thought.
“Mazonkin will devour you!” Sashka declared in a whisper.
I vividly imagined the leftovers of me lying around the living room, and the cat chewing on the simulator.
Probably gobble it up. I had to search again. And lucky. Pretty good condition. The cover from the battery socket (or whatever it is called) is missing and there are minor abrasions on the handles. But what can you want for 2500?!
They brought it home. The cat didn’t even come out to greet. They put it in front of the TV.
-Hey, Mazonkin!!! — shouted Sasha. — Where are you?!
I vividly imagined how the cat, indignantly muttering something under his breath, collects his belongings and leaves. Maybe right now he is wandering along the road, through puddles, in splendid isolation …
-Mryayayau!!!- The cat flew out into the corridor like a bullet, abruptly turned around, creaking its claws on the laminate, and jumped onto the sofa. Sleep, furry! I saw the simulator.
Eloquently.
But it turned out he could yell even louder. As soon as I started pedaling…
— Mryaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!
Sasha even dropped the cup from his hands.
Of course it subsided over time. Moved to a new level. As soon as I start pedaling, he sits down opposite and looks at me terribly derogatory. Such trolling. But it helps. By this look, I understand all my insignificance and I pedal much faster)))
But I’m afraid this is just the beginning.
