Oh everything. I even don’t know…
This dacha was rented by my sister and her husband for mother and daughter at the very beginning of quarantine. That is, grandmother and granddaughter have been living in SNT since the beginning of quarantine. My sister and her husband, depending on the need, go to work in Moscow, but from Friday to Sunday they are also in the country. Gradually got things. An inflatable pool, a mountain of toys, (niece 4.5), and a swing. Everything so that the child does not get bored. The swing is large, garden, standing on the veranda. I jumped on them first. They creak.
After the cat was released from the carrier, he sniffed for a long time. I walked on my grandmother’s legs, which means the highest trust, and disappeared under the bed.
“You can’t say that he got scared and ran away!” Sasha appreciated.
— Strategically stepped in the other direction. Grandmother intervened.
Then we sat on the veranda for a long time and chatted, drank tea with jam and shared our impressions about the quarantine. Skizi sat in ambush. It was clear to everyone, of course, that the cat was not afraid of anything, and did not get scared at all. Grandmother only did not catch mice at all, and periodically persuaded her not to be afraid))) to which the cat answered with a displeased rumbling. When it got dark, he became bolder. Got out.
“Oh, what is this, Skizi?!” My nephew rushed to the cat.
“Uuuuu!” The cat fluffed its tail in an instant.
— Bunny, do not touch him, he does not like. If he comes, you can stroke. And that’s not enough.
— Why? — The child was surprised, because the Moscow cat Bubble suffers from her both hugs and various harassment, in the form of riding in a stroller and trying on caps.
Imagining Skisy in a cap was beyond me.
“Because he is an adult, serious cat. I explained.
“Ururu!” agreed the cat.
The little one squatted down.
— Can you see it from here?
— Can.
The cat turned around, apparently showing itself from all sides.
— Well? What? Come to me?” And the grandmother, sitting on the swing, patted the place next to her.
“Yeah, now, how.” I snorted.
Skisy gave me a haughty look and jumped on the swing.
— Mururu! Ururuuu, Muuuu ruru! — He sat down and faithfully looking into MY mother’s eyes, began to complain so heartfelt!
She stroked him and he, leaning his warm side against her side, added pity to his voice.
“What is he saying?” the niece asked in a whisper, examining the cat with lively curiosity.
— Complains.
— At you?
— Yes.
“They hurt you Skizi, don’t they?” — Grandmother wailed, ironing her shorts. And the cat is happy to try. All laid out. I moaned for half an hour, but I posted everything!
“What did you do?!” The nephew rounded her eyes.
“Oh, it’s better for you not to know!” Sashka sighed, and shook his head so reproachfully.
— Come on, come on, you start again! — I was indignant, and added for my mother. “In a week, we’ll see who will complain about whom.
Grandmother quarreled with me a little and stood up. She said something else to me and jumped up.
— Oh, what are you?! Me?! Paw? — Mom stared at the cat.
The cat, which was no longer swinging on the swing, reproachfully stared at the grandmother.
— I’ll shake you later! Skizi!
The cat, uttering a dying exclamation full of bitterness from betrayal, fell off the swing and purring angrily, went into the house.
— Is he offended? — the child admired.
— Yeah.
“Skeezy, well, don’t be offended, I’ll tell you …” Then my grandmother squinted her eyes at me and sighed. I’ll ride you later!
We went to bed too late. The cat never came to us. And at five o’clock the swings creaked … I could not fall asleep in any way and heard them perfectly through the open window. Cautiously, she stepped down and looked out onto the terrace. A small poor cat in an embrace with his grandmother was swinging on a swing. Mom with a cup of coffee and a cat with the most important view in the world. I decided not to interfere. Idyll. They are both in good hands
