My stay at home is slightly delayed, and the cat is unhappy. Every day in the morning he sat hopefully at the door and waited. When only Sasha left, the cat, screaming indignantly, looked for me and tried to drive me out. Then he sulked in the bedroom or bathroom and puffed so that I felt ashamed. But since of the two of us, only I pay for the mortgage …
Today he has taken decisive action. For me, it lasted a long time! Started at five o’clock. After finishing the pizza box)) I tried to open the closet for a long time and with rapture. The door slammed, the cat grumbled, Sasha cursed, and I wanted to sleep.
— Mazonkin !!! — Sashka growled.
Bam. Bam.
— Ururu?
Then he stopped knocking and the fuss began.
— What are you doing there? — Sasha was indignant.
“Come here immediately!” I demanded.
This is the magic phrase. It means that the cat has crossed all boundaries. He always comes. Usually with an ingratiating, guilty look. But not today. Today he flew onto the bed, angrily marched over me, painfully stepping with all his weight where he had to. He stopped on his chest and … sneezed in his face. Sasha, though asleep, still laughed. I jumped up.
— Stunned?! Quite ku-ku?!
— Mururu!!! Moore!!! Meow!!
And he left with his tail held high.
— You brought the cat, right? — Sashka asked sarcastically.
I hit him with a pillow. And she went to see what the cat was doing.
Grunting angrily, he kicked my pink sneakers to the door.
— Oh, you’re an asshole!!
— Meowow!!
— Soooo.
Picked up the shoes. Hid in a closet. There was no more sleep. Even though I’m at home, there’s still a lot to do. I mostly put music in the background. Maybe see what? It’s still too early to work. Sat on the couch with the remote control.
— Urururu!!! Urururu!!!- Angrily grumbling, the cat marched past, stepped on his foot and sat down in front of the TV.
— Damn it, stop it! Enough already! — I was indignant.
The cat climbed into the cabinet, right in front of me began to pick out my daddy with albums and pencils. Oh, you asshole, you decided to evict me!
We fought until Sasha ran off to work. I wanted to send the cat with him, the cat wanted to expose me. Sasha just wanted to get away quickly.
— Okay, cat. Truce. I sighed. — I’ll pate for you, you give me a little peace!
Grunting, the cat trudged towards the bowl. We had breakfast. Well, the cat is right. Five days a week he was used to being alone. And then everyone gets confused underfoot. So what if he’s just sleeping! Maybe he used to sleep alone! And then it dawned on me.
«Skeezy, come here!»
«Ururu?» he asked angrily.
— Supernatural?
— Mururu?
This is how peace came. The work was not done. The apartment was not cleaned. Sasha was left without dinner. But we made peace with the cat))))
