Heat, heat, heat … I wandered from corner to corner, not knowing what to do. Too hot for everything. Another cat walks on the heels and yells. One Sasha works.
— Well, Saaaash! — I pull.
-Muruuuu!-Picks up the cat.
-Let’s go for a bike ride! — Noah I.
-Urururuu!!!- The cat got nervous. How is it on the street here ??? in a fur coat ?!
Let’s take the cat with us! I softened.
— Do something already! Cat! Calm down! — Sasha grumbles.
Of course he needs to work! Are we dying from the heat here ?! We went to the balcony and looked out the window. Longing, damn it. Okay, see if something? Sat on the sofa. The cat is nearby.
— No «Supers» and Marvels! — I grumble.
— Uuuuuu! — The cat pulls discontentedly.
I fanned myself with a magazine. Good. Chose some soap opera.
Let’s watch some romantic comedy! Understood?
“Cats don’t watch this!” Sasha interjected.
— Ururu! — Supported his cat. He sticks to Marvel films))) That’s right. Bright pictures, dynamic story. There is something to watch!
— Still as look! — I chuckled. And fanned herself with a magazine a couple more times. The cat crept closer. — The film is probably about where husbands pay more attention to their wives and less work! Cat, will you watch?
I waved the magazine harder. The cat hummed approvingly and leaned its weighty side against me.
— Decent cats don’t look like that! — Sasha was indignant.
-Uuuuu.- The cat drawled in a strange way. Maybe they don’t look, but I won’t budge!
I giggled and waved the magazine more actively.
— Oh, you’re treacherous!
Sasha turned away from us, and the cat spread out into a puddle. I put down the magazine.
«Ururu!!» The cat drawled menacingly.
-What?!
I had to wave a little more. Then a little more. The furry terrorist at first just yelled, and then he started to fight at all. It didn’t hurt, but rather offensively, he cracked his paw on his arm. I slapped the magazine back. The cat jumped up and yelled angrily.
-You started first!
I pushed the cat to the floor. That’s what it’s called?! I did not hire him as a page! The cat, offended and very, very plaintively moaned. But it didn’t work for me. So Skizon rushed off to complain to the owner. In a second, he was sitting on the arms of him and complaining. Probably, he accused me of all mortal sins!
-Here. -I offered Sasha a magazine. — Wave to him.
Oh yeah! I’m insidious))))
They fought in five minutes. The harmful cat was sent to the basin. It’s a pity, only the magazine was damaged! Oh, heat, heat.
