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How Skizi saw off the guests.

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...

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Morning, damn it.

Morning, damn it. I’m sitting here in the bathroom on the floor and pouring peroxide on my knee. The cat, wet and frightened, looks in, but...

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The cat is a superhero.

And yet he is a hero, our poor little cat! Skisy must have decided that he was already independent enough and now sleeps separately. In the...

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heat and cat

Heat, heat, heat … I wandered from corner to corner, not knowing what to do. Too hot for everything. Another cat walks on the heels and...

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The cat and his photo.

Oh, that’s all… No, I know perfectly well that cats in general, and Skizi, his mother Mazonkin, in particular, sometimes go crazy. Worn around the house,...