What do you usually do on Sunday? I declared martial law and began to restore order in the apartment. Firstly, it’s time, secondly, the cat is afraid of the vacuum cleaner. He sits on the balcony and his nose does not seem. Well, great, it will be safer … everything. I’m still mad about the book!
Then I cooked dinner, and among other things, I decided on a Caesar salad. Haven’t done it yet. Long and boring. Unless, of course, you do everything yourself, both croutons and sauce. But sometimes you really want something like that. Moreover, you can’t sit still with a book!
The sauce needed eggs.
— What are you, a raw egg there? — Sasha was horrified.
-Not raw. I protested.
-Ururu? -The cat also wanted to participate in the conversation, but the vacuum cleaner was on the alert. More precisely, me.
-RRRRRRRRRRRR.- The beast roared and the cat fell silent.
Why are you scaring the cat?
— I’m not intimidating anything. This is war, baby!
So what’s in the recipe? Boil water, put an egg in it, remove from heat. I put in the bucket. While the water was boiling, I pulled the croutons out of the oven. She put the tray on the stove to cool. She took the eggs out of the fridge. There are only three left, but two is enough for me.
So, the iceberg lettuce is sliced, the meat is ready, the cherry tomatoes are washed, the cheese is grated, the croutons are cooling. Sasha on the balcony complains to the cat that I want to poison him.
— Raw eggs, cat! Can you imagine! — Sashka whispered conspiratorially so that I could hear.
— Urururuuuuu! — It can’t be!! The cat was outraged.
— I’m telling you honestly!
— Urururuu!
I pressed the button on the vacuum cleaner, and the cat fell silent. Perhaps I can unload the machine before the water boils. And while these two are on the balcony.
I carried a bunch of hot, after drying, linen to the bedroom. She threw it on the bed.
Top, top, top. Tsk, tsk, tsk. This is Sasha and the cat sneaking into the kitchen.
“Now I’ll turn on the vacuum cleaner!” I threatened.
Shmyak. Tsk, tsk, tsk. Tsok, tsok- This is a cat running away, with its claws on the laminate. And the chick?!?!
I hurried to the kitchen. Sasha hurriedly wiped the egg off the floor.
— It’s not me. And the cat is already remorseful!
It’s clear. OK. I still have.
I put the eggs in boiling water and took the pan off the heat.
You forgot to cook them!!! Sasha yelled.
— Ururuuu!! Curtain agreed.
— Damn it! Either we don’t interfere, or we eat dumplings !!
Sasha did not want dumplings, the curtain, in principle, refrained from talking.
When the sauce was ready, I set the table. I love when everything is beautiful. The cat also put pate. War is war, and lunch is on schedule!
— Cat, go eat! — Sasha called.
“Urur.” The curtain answered vaguely.
— Go, go! But fast! And back through the trenches! — I allowed.
The cat in small dashes, bypassing the vacuum cleaner, rushed to the bowls. Look how humble you are! It serves him right! Will know how to eat other people’s books!
We started dinner. I managed with a salad, and Sasha ate more mashed potatoes with meatballs. That’s where the justice is! He won’t even get better, and I got fat just from cooking this!
Behind the sad thoughts, I didn’t even notice that the cat was not audible. Usually champs like a pig.
— Cat! Eat normally! — Not looking demanded.
And he chugged. Only not on the right, where his food is, but behind. Sasha and I jumped up at the same time. I thought he was eating sauce. What else?! There is no meat. Only croutons and sauce … But the cat, with the most orphan look, ate a cracker … In general, my heart trembled))) a vacuum cleaner went to the balcony)))
