Cleaning is hard for us. Either you wash the floors three times a day, then you don’t take the vacuum cleaner for a whole week. A week is a lot. Wool is everywhere. So today they came late, tired, but there is nowhere to delay further.
— Chur, you’re vacuuming! — I fell on the sofa.
— What do you vacuum? Ten o’clock! This beast is screaming like a wounded boar!
Sasha sat next to him.
“Ururu!” agreed the cat.
And that’s right. Vacuum cleaner we have only construction. It hums like an airplane turbine. I dream of a robotic vacuum cleaner. Small, nimble, silent, chases the cat throughout the apartment, that is, no, no, the cat sits on top and leads. Of course he is in charge! Of course. And most importantly, you don’t have to rush home from work to clean up. I also want a washing mop… But they are so expensive that you can buy a small island. Well, that’s an idea. Then the cat will walk on the street, and wool palm trees, not a sofa. And if the island is periodically covered by tsunamis, then the floors will not have to be washed! Oh everything. Get up, you bum, get out!
— Cat, here you are at home all day! At least once I did something useful! — I mumbled grumpily.
“Meow?” The cat said uncertainly. On the one hand, I could, but on the other, I?!
— Whoever scattered the wool, let him clean it up! — Sashka supported me. What do you say, cat? Go ahead, it’s your turn!
The cat thought a little, grumbled, and climbed behind the sofa.
— That’s how it always is! I complained.
And suddenly a nectarine bone rolled out under his feet. Because there were no apricots or peaches in the house. And here is a nectarine as you want. Not as tasty as cherries, but also good) The cat also got out.
“Ururu Mururu Uuuu Mururu!” He announced loudly, after thinking, he added a second bone.
We exchanged glances. Sasha laughed as he picked up the cat. And I was a little hasty. Is he paying me to clean it?! Go start tidying up?! If the first, then what, gave away the most valuable?)) And if you started cleaning, then why didn’t you throw everything away ?! Because there we found more from the heels.
“What the hell is this?! — I was indignant, sweeping bones from under the sofa.
— Well, the poor little cat hid a couple, what do you already feel sorry for the bones ?! — Also me, cat lawyer!
“Mururu!” the cat was angry.
Here, why, why do you need bones, cat ?! Played soccer?! Or maybe he hid it for a hungry day ?! Horror, damn it!
