On the day the guests were leaving, Skisy did a thorough check of the bags.
“Skeezy, we didn’t take anything!” Natasha justified herself.
“Ururu!” the cat grumbled angrily, rummaging through the bag properly. We’ll see!
“Maybe he wants to hide there?” Sasha sighed hopefully.
«Turn away, he’s shy around us!»
But, of course, it’s all in vain. After inspecting the bags, Skizon went to the balcony. There he talked a little with himself, and resolutely crawled back out. He stepped on Anton’s feet, apparently as a sign of farewell. And where did this stupid habit come from, stepping on your feet? Yes, so weighty, with the whole body! To Natasha, he climbed into the arms. I’ve posted these photos before.
And after all, he himself came, but the view … This is an arrogant pug! Stroke me, only faster, before I change my mind! Oh, this Skizon. Poor little cat!
We took the guys to the station. We left early, we wanted to visit the Loft Project Floors. Well, of course, being in St. Petersburg and not visiting a single rooftop is not serious!
This dog is wonderful! While we walked, while we took a bunch of photos for Instagram, while we saw the guys to the station. I always knew meeting and seeing off is important. She just couldn’t put her feelings into words. You can also call a taxi, it is not at all necessary to drag yourself personally through all the evening traffic jams. But you know what, you need to meet and see off to show your love. For a person to know, he is important. And no one will convince me of this. Therefore, we returned home late. Very late. And the cat did not come out to meet …
— Mazonkin?!
— Skizi?!
“Poor little kitty?!?!
The cat was nowhere to be found. At all.
“Have you left yet?”
— Can’t be!
We walked around the whole apartment again. Not in the bathroom, not in the closets, not in the hatch, not on the balcony, not in the sofa.
— Skizi?!?!
I already wanted to call Natasha and ask to check the luggage. Where else could he go?!
The cat appeared unexpectedly and very epic. First, the kitchen shook. Boom!! A thud from somewhere below. Sasha and I jumped back a good half a meter. Boom!!! And a plinth fell at our feet. (Such a planochka under the kitchen that closes the legs) At one time there was a monstrous war for him!
To understand the depth of the longing that gripped me, you need to return to 2018))
( https://zen.yandex.ru/media/skizi/v-vrednost-5be00402bd70ad00aa0c92a2, the hatch did not help, and the cat still continued to break out the entire base, https://zen.yandex.ru/media/skizi/obereg- ot-kota-5c1cbfcec3f6d100abe49eb0 the boxes were never made, the plinth was put on nails, and the cat was tired)
Following the plinth, a sleepy cat crawled out from under the kitchen. He walked over his legs and went screaming to the bed.
— Scribe. Sasha sighed.
— Agree. I answered.
Oh, it was necessary to lull and push Natasha into a bag ((
