I forgot to complain.
This, in general, was to be expected. Every time I pedal, the cat sits across from me and looks at me like I’m stupid. Somehow I looked, looked, and could not bear it. Walked around the trainer. He touched it with his paw in bewilderment and grunted.
“Urururuuu muru?”
Sat some more. He jumped onto the table and reached for the steering wheel. He opened his mouth and, without hesitation, bit.
— Wooooo?!
I didn’t know if he liked it or not. But he tried again. And further. I came to my senses and slapped him on the soft spot.
— Stunned?!
— Ururu!!
Well, it started. I pedal, he eats.
— Mazonkin!!!
— Ooooo.
— Well, Saaash !!!
— Mazonkin!!
— Ooooo.
The next day I tried to pedal when the cat was sleeping. But he came running, disheveled, terribly funny, and again sat down opposite. I had to postpone my workout. The cat sabotaged the process. I giggled so much that I almost fell off the treadmill. The cat was offended and grumbled all evening.
For two days I did not approach the simulator at all. She came back late, then she felt bad. Did some cleaning yesterday. And I found small black crumbs under the table …
— Saaash?!
We considered for five minutes what it is, until it dawned on me. 
Well, what?! He’s messing up faster than I can keep track of it!
Of course he bit the steering wheel! Small bite!
— Panochka is starving! — Sashka chuckled.
The cat yelled, refusing to be a panochka. But, forgive my dear, then there is no need to jump in the tray throughout the apartment!
— He ate my simulator !!! — I stamped my foot.
Sasha took the cat’s armpit and carried it to the bowl.
“They don’t feed the poor little cat!”
— Uuurururu!!
— Well, guess what, you ate a piece!
— Ooooo.
I armed myself with a towel and slapped Sasha. Nothing to incite!
I wonder if I have to sell this bandura, how can I write in the ad «slightly gnawed by a cat» ?!
