This is what happened! We flew to Moscow in 23 hours. Without sleep and rest. With one snack, one foray into the sunflower field (not yet ripe), and two refills. We flew to Moscow. AND?! The poor little cat gave us a contemptuous look and left.
— Skizi, come back, we will forgive everything?!
But he didn’t think. Sometimes, of course, appeared in the line of sight. Now he flirted with his niece, then with his grandmother. Didn’t come to us. Completely ignored. No treats helped. I suffered, Sasha sighed, the rest giggled. The cat was renamed the evil red. There was only one grandmother against. On common nerves, Bubble even slapped Mazonkin in the face.
Skisy was a little pissed off. He threw the offender down and sat down to bathe.
Then they, however, reconciled.
He came to us at night. In the evening we brought him several times, but he silently left. Came at night. He kicked the door, she slammed into the wall, bounced off and almost killed the cat.
— Urururu mumuuu ruru !!!! — He burst into screams and, stepping heavily, climbed into bed. For a long time he nested. Grumbled. We patiently endured. Lie down, finally. Grumbled)))) Uraaa, it seems that we have been forgiven))
