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, for example. Tygydyk)) who doesn’t know how cats can do it!? Yes, any cat owner will now roll his eyes. Cats rush about without any purpose, just like that, a process for the sake of a process. But it’s completely different when a cat has a goal! Skizi had a purpose. Until recently, he did not care what we have hanging on the walls. Well, there is a cat. Just one photo out of many! What, wait, wait, Kooot?! Probably, somehow it was at the moment when Mazonkin noticed an opponent))
Well, as an opponent? Your picture! This one, or one of them
Hanging high. Not as an altar of worship to Skizi, but rather as an encouragement for Sasha to continue to study the art of photography.
Not the best angle, but alas, all that is now available) Not the best angle, but alas, all that is now available)
This is an old photo. For understanding, the refrigerator is about two meters high. The photo hangs above my head, about 1.7 m above the floor.
I was sitting in the bedroom. Sasha seems to have been on the balcony when the first earthquake happened. Or the first launch of a model 8/1 cat exterminator. Where 8 is the estimated weight of the model, and 1 is the serial number! The kitchen rumbled so that we were there in a matter of seconds.
— Mryaaaaaaaaaaaaa. A heart-rending scream followed.
— Skizi!! What?!!
The cat jumped up again, touched the photo with its paw, it moved a little. Eight kilos of the fighter crashed into their own saucers. One small, flat, for spiders. One ceramic, deep, for more liquid food, and one 
dog, for water. The bowls bounced across the laminate as if they’d been doing ballet all their lives. The fighter took off again. The photo moved off, but did not fall. The wall in this corner is not only for drawing, but also magnetic. I wanted magnets and framed photos, Sasha didn’t want that on the fridge. Therefore, I have a whole wall))) one side in our small photos, on the other one big skizino. It is held on by a magnet. Those glued on top fell off first (into bowls, and strummed inside no worse than rattles), but the inside is quite serious. Therefore, the evil photo jumped on the wall, but refused to fall at all.
— Skizi, what are you doing! — Sashka was indignant.
The cat paused and burst into indignant cries. I just imagined him poking at the photo with his paw and demanding to destroy it. Sasha took the cat in his arms.
«You’re stunned, aren’t you?» It’s you!
The cat was brought to the photo. He squinted his eyes angrily, but did not look. Jumped off and left to make a decision.
— Horror, damn it!
I put the magnets back in place, the bowls too. I wiped the floor, because the water, of course, spilled. And she returned to her book.
It rumbled through the night. Apparently, the decision was made, the verdict passed and carried out.
“Mururu Ururu Muuuu!!!” the cat yelled, stubbornly jumping up and down.
Sasha stirred, but was in no hurry to get up.
“Skeezy, try from the table!”
I, of course, was outraged at such a hint. She got up herself. If it jumps from the table, it will tear the whole wall! It’s strange that it hasn’t happened yet!
— Mazonkin, what the hell are you doing again?!?!
— Ururu!!! Moooo!!! Meow!!!
Apparently, obscene words also ended, and the cat switched to a banal meow.
To hell with this photo. Moved it to the top of the closet.
By morning, it had changed three places of deployment. The cat lashed out. Sasha began to repeat himself in obscene language. And I just got a headache. In addition, of the three of us, only I have to work in the morning! I got up angrily, took out a rolled-up photo from the hatch in the bathroom, and solemnly threw it at the cat’s feet.
“And if I hear another sound, that’s all that’s left of you!!!” — Very quietly, but expressively, hissed. — It’s clear?!
— Ur. — The subdued cat agreed briefly.
In the morning, I expected to find only shreds in the back streets, if there was anything left at all! I even dreamed of a cat with a devilish laugh burying the remains in its tray. But no. Humiliate and dominate. The cat is sleeping on it. He turned the picture on the floor, drooled a little on the edges and bit a little, poked holes with his claws in some places, and sleeps. Infection. Apparently, he wants to prolong the pleasure)))
