This is what a cat looks like after talking to a towel. This is what a cat looks like after talking to a towel.
It would seem, what could be more harmless than soap?! Soap is in every home and hardly anyone has a problem with it! Do you have problems with soap? Not! Conclusion: the problems are still not with soap, but with the cat! Bitchy, harmful, omnivorous Skizi Mazonkin !!
Personally, I like chocolate liquid soap with such a subtle intoxicating aroma … The problem is that the cat likes it too. Only in a different way! He likes to EAT him!! Eat, damn it, soap!! Soap!!! I had to give up chocolate soap. And from soap with aroma of mango. Vanilla. Coconut (but I got rid of it myself). Raspberries. And multifruit. The vicious cat just bit through the bottles or bags, cracked the lids and licked the soap… 
And the asshole never got sick! But I felt bad every time I tried to wash it!
But everyone in my office was happy. We have enough soap for a hundred years! And what! All flavors collected!
Then I switched to regular soap. Antibacterial white bar. What else do you need? But again no. It turned out to be traumatic. The cat was so carried away, gnawing off a piece of happiness for himself, that he dropped the soap on the floor and drove around the whole apartment. Once Sasha almost sat down on the twine, and had to get rid of the soap. Strictly speaking, the choice was between a cat and soap … I could hardly resist, but the cat remained))))
Tar soap appeared next in the house.
— What is it? — Sasha asked in horror, examining the black piece.
— Soap. — I said gloomily.
-Why black?! Anti-cat?!
We caught the cat and presented soap. Skisy ignored him, and even sneezed for clarity. And at night buried in the toilet.
So the soap dish appeared in the house. Remember those closable shells? As a child, I could never open! Yes, there, and now I can’t cope every other time! For seven, almost, years, I didn’t really learn. The invention of Satan, not otherwise! Just a soap dish, of course, is not enough. It still needs to be put away in the closet. It’s a real quest to come home and wash your hands! Just wash your hands!! I write in such detail so that you also feel it, or at least understand me. What I experienced when I crossed the threshold of my own apartment. That indescribable feeling when a brand new bar of soap rolled out at my feet. Just bought yesterday and hidden in a shell. I have never wanted to trade a cat for soap so badly!! And if the asshole hadn’t removed this expression of superiority from the pug in time, and hadn’t disappeared behind the curtain, I would have put him outside right yesterday !! I wanted to skip dinner. But Sasha, under the cover of night, made his way to the kitchen and fed. Still, it seems, even regretted it. I was too sleepy to come up with revenge for both of them. But damn, this is war!
