It seemed we would never arrive. We became deaf and stupefied, but the cat did not let up.
Sasha parked the car right at the entrance. I slowly looked back at the cat.
— Mryau! — The cat gave out the final chord and fell silent. Even turned away.
“March to the carrier!!” Sashka barked so that I myself was frightened.
The cat, reluctantly, went down. He moved over to us and faithfully looked into our eyes.
— Urur?!
«I’ll give you Ururu now!» March to the carrier!!
Sasha was angry. The cat doubted the correctness of his behavior and admitted that he may have gone too far. Sasha pointed to the carrier and Skisy preferred not to argue. I rejoiced. Half an hour was not enough to stuff the cat into the carrier!
On the street, the cat came to his senses, and everyone around him learned about his plight. The man who smoked on the third floor even choked. The children shied away. The dogs barked.
We hurried to the entrance. As soon as they got into the elevator, Skisy fell silent.
“Is he exhausted?” Sashka asked sarcastically.
The cat gave him a grim look and turned away.
The elevator doors were about to close when a man stuck his foot in to stop them. I noticed how the cat’s eyes just flared up. The cat seemed to be taking in more air. To scream louder.
The man was not alone. Of course, with a dog.
— Meyayauuuuuaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssment
“Woof, woof, woof?!” the dog immediately picked up. I swear she freaked herself out.
Do you know what time the elevator takes to the fifth floor? Oooo long! The man was no longer happy. He tried to rein in his dog, Sashka cursed Skizi, I tried to plug my ears. On the fifth floor, all the dogs that were at home at that moment were barking. Yes that there our floor! Everyone in the house knew that Skizi had come home!
In the hallway, the cat shut up. He quickly got out of the carrier. He looked into the bedroom, into the living room, walked on the sofa. Went to the bathroom. And went back to the carrier. Thankfully, be quiet.
— Great! — Sasha said in a whisper, — Close it faster!
“Let’s put it out on the street and say that it’s not ours?”
— Great plan.
— Uuuuu. — The cat got angry and we fell silent.
It was possible to lure out only with pate, and then not for long. When we lay down for a short nap, he made another round and returned to the carrier again. He sat there until evening. We were no longer joking. Promises and persuasion somehow lured into the box. Poor little cooooot! He yearns for his grandmother, freedom and a broom)) It’s good that he came to sleep, after all.
So I didn’t lose much weight))) I got red, maybe a little?))
