Among other things, we brought nuts from the Crimea. I poured a little into the box, put the rest in the locker. (If anyone does not know, nuts are sold in a net, like a string bag. So I left it in it.) I put the box on the table by the TV. No, the box is not cat-like))) It closes tightly!
Actually, I was hoping that the cat was too tired and would rest or mope for at least a week! I even imagined how I write in this blog:
The first day after returning from vacation. The cat is sleeping.
The second day after returning from vacation. The cat has eaten. The cat is sleeping. Etc. etc. Boredom and peace))
But it turned out that a day is enough for the poor little cat to sleep, rest and come to his senses. At night, he woke up, yawned relish and stretched. The bed shook. I opened my eyes.
— Well, now something will happen .. — Sasha whispered, voicing my thoughts.
The cat fell to the floor. Stepping like a small elephant, he stomped towards the bowl. We froze. One out of two. Or now he will start to rush or go back to sleep … The cat did not come, but nevertheless, there was silence. From time to time, something rustled or popped, but not at all critical. Apparently, an inventory was made. We listened, listened, and fell asleep. And then it started… I don’t know how to describe it more precisely… Buffalo dances with tambourines?! Baboon jumps?! Rhino mating games?!
The cat was galloping weightily around the kitchen, chasing something loudly on the laminate.
— Skizi, damn it !!!!
I went to look. When the lights came on, Skisy was sitting in the pose of a gopher and squinting at me with displeasure. There was a nut under the paw … And even, damn it, not a walnut! I still understand if the walnut! So it’s peanuts! (The nuts are not peeled, but still!) But how?!
I picked a walnut. She examined the box. It doesn’t look like it was opened.. After threatening the cat, I went to bed.
Three, three goddamn times, I got up to take the nuts from the cat!! I took the box and put it in the closet. Time after time she searched the whole house and collected nuts. But every time the furry one found more and loudly drove them along the laminate.
— Everything, damn it! Enough! I sat down tiredly on the sofa. She quieted down.
Now I will pinpoint where you get this fucking nut, and I will bang you with it !!! I thought as I watched the cat. The cat, apparently, also thought so and was in no hurry. Looks like we both fell asleep
The closet door slammed. I haven’t woken up yet, but I already guessed everything)) Skizi opened the door, fished out a nut through a hole in the net, and hunted him. And I, stupid … Nuts, of course, hid. But in the morning, leaving for work, she left one. Let’s play, baby. This, of course, is not to catch mice, but still)))
