The cat hates this simulator (And me along with it. Or how to explain it ?!
In it, my simulator, there is such a thing for measuring the pulse. Clip on a long twisted cord. It is supposed to be attached to the ear. Yesterday I was just going to pedal for the second time. The first time I did without a pulse)) At first I chose the film for a long time. Wasted a lot of time. But after all, if the film is boring, then it will be too lazy to pedal!
Then I dressed for half an hour. Either sports pants can not be found, then a T-shirt.
“Skizi, our Yulia is going on a hike!” Sashka giggled and teased the cat.
Skisy didn’t lag behind.
«Ururu Mururu!»
— And do not say!
“Urruu Mururu?!
«I don’t even know why she’s doing this crap!»
Yep, yes. Continue in the same spirit! Here it is, support, damn it! I got ready. Sat on the trainer. So, reset yesterday’s indicators. Ear clip. Does the earring interfere? But no, everything is fine! Go.
At first he just watched. Derogatory, like a mentally ill person. Then he weightily stated that he did not like it, and, it seems, sent me away. And then he went to sharpen his claws. Not as usual. Menacingly! But I’m not timid either. I twist myself slowly, but I don’t watch the movie anymore.
Skizi, arching his whole body and not taking his eyes off me, frantically pulls the scratching post. Then he pulled away from her and slowly moved towards me! It was like being in a horror movie!! He was approaching slowly and inexorably!!
“Saaash!!!!” I yelled.
— Skizi, damn it! — Sashka replied without even turning around.
— Ururu? — What about me?! The cat got angry.
He circled around me like a predatory shark and sometimes growled like a wild tiger. True, in one place it was difficult to squeeze through, and he squeaked undignified, getting stuck. But this did not spoil the overall impression! It was immediately clear that what was happening to him was not to his liking. And he is ready to do anything to stop it. I didn’t give up either. Sometimes he lingered somewhere behind and I tensed up with my whole body, expecting an attack. But in vain. I missed this moment. He jumped right off the couch. On postings that swayed measuredly above the floor. The ear was on fire. Something clattered onto the laminate. I screamed and fell off the machine. Sasha jumped up, knocking over his chair.
— What?!!
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!” I yelled, grabbing my burning ear.
— Ooooo. — The curtain has called back.
— What happened?!?! — Sasha instantly appeared next to him.
I was afraid to remove my hand from my ear, it seemed that it was completely torn off !!
— Show me!
“Here.” I removed my hand, expecting that my ear would fall, blood would gush, and we would flood the neighbors.
— Blushed. The husband sighed.
— Flushed?!?! And that’s all?!?! — I was indignant. Doesn’t he see?
Rushed to the mirror. Hoping that I won’t see a twisted ear like a boxer’s. Phew! It was in place. Three times more than the second. Swollen, flaming red, but whole! Just no earrings.
For half an hour Sasha climbed under the sofa, trying to find my earring, and I moaned about the injustice of this world, and a little about the fact that we raised a monster. And what a poor little cat! And in general.
The cat came only at night. Angrily rumbling, and strove to sit on his head. I fought to the last. And only far after midnight, having received a scolding from Sasha, we dozed off. It seems to be a war. And I lost my first fight
