Yesterday we conquered Mount Demerdzhi (Funu), and Skizi conquered the swing)))
We got up at eight. (Pretty late for us)) Skisy got up earlier, at five.
Or returned from crafts. Who knows what the cat actually does at night? Grandma overslept the morning wake-up call. This is their ritual, to get up early in the morning and drink coffee on a swing. Then to fill up. Be that as it may, the cat came, but the grandmother did not.
We climbed into the mountains. In some places, I was downright scared.
The photos do not at all convey how high these rocks hung above the ground) When I cowardly asked to go down, Sasha showed me a photo of a cat. They say, if he came, then I can))
The cat really climbed high.
Ours, meanwhile, restlessly wandered around the terrace and waited for his grandmother.
The photo was taken at close range, so it lost quality. The photo was taken at close range, so it lost quality.
Mount Funa is famous for its bizarre rocks. Wind and time have fashioned strange figures out of them. According to legend, robbers settled on the top of the mountain and forged weapons in the forge. One day a girl from the village went up to them and asked them not to kill anyone else. And when the blacksmith, angry, killed her, the mountain turned him and all the robbers into bizarre stones. Rocks really look strange)))
Skisy didn’t care about legends. He ran twenty times to wake up his grandmother, but she did not really want to get up. She even tried to shut herself up. The poor little cat had to yell. But nothing, when the door almost flew off its hinges, the grandmother quickly changed her mind))
— Skizi, let me sleep! — Grandma was indignant. — Go out, play with the Bubble.
Rushed to the roar, Bubbles looked out of the corridor with square eyes. He had no idea that this was possible! Closed means closed…
Without waiting for his grandmother, Skizi trudged to the swing.
We, meanwhile, wandered around the plateau. The strongest wind of that and look will throw down. The feeling is amazing. It’s like you’re on top of the world
The cat had the feeling that no one loves him, and everything needs to be done by himself))
It would be better if the grandmother got up at once, of her own free will. Because the creak of the swing still did not let me sleep. I had to go look. The poor little cat was rocking himself. He jumped, the swing began to swing with a creak, but while he was getting settled, they stopped, and he had to jump off and jump again. The cat grumbled, walked in circles and did not stop trying …
Now there is a new attraction in SNT. Rock the cat on the swing))) Grandma contracted the nephew)) She, with an important look, like a lady-in-waiting to the queen, was imbued with the mission. Neighborhood children fell out of envy.
