The alarm went off in the morning. I barely opened my eyes. You need to get up. This is not your vacation, Julia. Go ahead, clear things up. That’s why on vacation it’s easy to get up at three in the morning to watch the sunrise, but on weekdays you barely scrape yourself out of bed at eight? I really gathered my strength, and shocked Sasha.
— Get up!
“Nooo.” He yawned desperately.
— Ururu. The cat called back.
— And what are you? You don’t have to get up!
— Don’t brag!
— Ururu murrru.
The cat, stretching as it should, crept closer. Do you know how they can? Ururu, Mururu, and so faithfully look into the eyes, and climb under the arm. How not to caress here? Sasha is on the right, I am on the left, they stroked with four hands. And Skizon is happy to try. Either he will bend his back, then he will substitute his belly.
«You’ve done something, parasite.» Sasha said through a smile.
— Necessarily. I agreed.
— I ate your tree.
— What more! Dismantled your clave!
“Ururu!” the cat got angry. And mournfully stretched out. — Ooooo.
“Tell me, Mazonkin, in some century he came to purr, and these people are slandering?” Sashka suggested.
“Urrruuuuu!” the cat happily agreed.
— Oh oh oh! Poor little cat! — I also regretted the lick. “By the way, Grandma says you’re very affectionate.
He is kind to everyone except us.
— Urrr! — The cat got angry, dusted himself off and went to the windowsill.
— Tell the cat, you go.
— Ooooo.
I had to get up. While these two were pinning down, I was going to. At first, of course, I briefly examined the apartment. Everything seems to be in place…
But the miracle didn’t happen. My beautiful new pink sneakers are, sorry, vomited, and the laces are actively chewed. 
Damn it. But they are in the closet. New fucking level. And why mine?!?! Sashkins generally stand outside!! They are constantly crumpled and slobbered. But the main prize, of course, is mine!
