We had guests yesterday. Sasha’s friend with his wife.
“Ururu?!” The cat asked sooooo not friendly when the doorbell rang.
-These are guests, cat. I just ask you to be smart!
— Hurrah?! — Yayay?! Offended to the depths of his soul Skizi.
-You! Scarlet, pancake, flower.
Sashka went to open the door, Skizi grumbled after him, and I took a pear pie out of the oven. And what? For the first time in a long time someone is visiting! I tried.
— Skizi, we’re rolling back!
Yeah. The guests are smart, they brought refreshments. Skisy stopped grumbling, but showed no favor either. With the air of a king-father, he sat down by the bowl. I glanced at what they were serving him there. Pate. Something new, looks good.
We sat down at the table. Tea with warm pear pie and creamy ice cream. Little girls, more boys. Only, then, we started, as the cat chomped on the whole apartment.
— How delicious, share the recipe? — Asked a friend.
— Chawk, chuck, chuck.
-Of course. — I answered.
— Chawk, chuck, chuck.
-It’s simple.
— Chawk, chuck, chuck.
— The secret is in the cornmeal.
— Chawk, chuck, chuck.
— Skiziiii!!!
-Ururu?
— Mazonkin! — Sasha was indignant. «You’re not a piglet! Let’s be quiet!»
— Uuuuuu … — the offended cat drawled, thought and added. — Ururu!! Murur!! Muruu!!!
And left with a proudly raised tail.
We continued the conversation. We shared our vacation experiences. In a word, they spent time like friends who had not seen each other for a long time. At first, our conversation was interrupted by the sound of a scratching post, which was furiously torn by a cat. Seeing four eyes staring at him, he yelled, scratched his ear, and left. We awkwardly started again, but the conversation died again, interrupted by the rattling of dripping in the tray. Clean filler always rattles like a rattle! Remarkably. The cat dug BEFORE his deeds, and not after. The aroma of the pie interrupted the smell of fresh …. well, you understand. 
And after all, this scoundrel showed up, as if nothing had happened, and sat down at the monitor on Sasha’s desk. All attempts to shame were unsuccessful. Skizi turned away and pretended not to hear!
If I don’t see you, then you’re not talking to me! Fucking cat logic! 
And after all, his whole appearance expresses gloating! No remorse!!
— So how to call guests with such a cat ?! — I grumbled, closing the door behind them. — Even no one really ate the pie!
-It’s a good news! Sasha answered with a full mouth.
I go into the kitchen, and this couple sharpens a cake straight from the pan, and eats ice cream from the tub!
-Guests did not eat, we will get more! — Sasha muttered.
The cat agrees to sip ice cream. I just shook my head. And what to expect from a cat if the owner is exactly the same!
