The heat subsided at night. It looks like it’s raining. Even through my sleep, I felt how it suddenly became not hot. The cat seems to have caught it too. He stretched his paws with a tygydyk. How else? Early morning is the time! Something fell, something rattled. But it ended as quickly as it began. I was even too lazy to say anything to him. Here’s another, midnight then you can not shut up the fountain of eloquence! But the cat did not remain without communication. I was talking to someone in the bathroom. Grumbled now businesslike, then angrily. Sometimes yelled. Sasha pulled him back several times. And I was worried. What is he muttering there? Maybe sick?
Woke up early in the morning. Surprisingly, I slept well. Got up. There is some cotton under my feet. I picked up a piece and looked closer. Not cotton, but a filler.
— Well, hold on, Skizi! Gutted columns again! — I was indignant.
— Ururu muru! — What other speakers ?! Leave me alone!
— Let’s find out now!
I picked up all the pieces. In the hallway and in the bathroom too. It follows him like that. He gets the filler, then he eats it for some reason, and then spit out loudly. Maybe it’s some kind of secret cleansing of the body? But cotton wool has already got it all over the house! I got to the kitchen, but it was clean.
— Ururu !! — Got up-feed !! The cat reminded me of an inapplicable law.
I put the filler on the table and turned away. How long does it take to put food from a bag into a bowl? I turned around, and all the filler was already on the floor. And I didn’t even hear how he jumped !!
— What’s this? — Sleepy Sasha just left the bedroom. — These are the speakers ?! Kooot!!!
I left them to sort out, and was about to throw out the empty bag, but I noticed a skin in the garbage.
— It’s Skizina half a mouse! Did you throw it away? — I took out the skin. Empty.
We exchanged glances. I swear I was scared of my own cat! Gutted a friend! At first they chatted for half the night, and as a result, the cat gutted him! Also threw away the skin! The bastard knows what a bucket is for !! What is the poor mouse doing?!?!
«He’s going to eat us up soon!» I muttered.
— You before! Sasha chuckled.
We both stared at the cat.
“Mururu Urururu muru!!” The cat declared without any embarrassment. If briefly and omit obscene language, then «the mouse is to blame!»
But this unfortunate mouse was chosen from a dozen others. Skisy only played with him. He was left indifferent to exactly the same mice, a disk, a bird, balls, balls and other toys. Is that the fishing rod still complained. But only for sporting interest! Then, at some point, he tore the poor fellow apart. I ate half of the filler, scattered half. But the toy demanded to be repaired. It turned out half a mouse. He loved this freak, carried it from box to box and hid it from strangers. Sometimes he cooed so lovingly with him that the second toy (a handkerchief 
, more like a rag) must have envied him. Not otherwise, her intrigues! How else to explain this?!
The cat did not want to explain anything. Cursed and left. But I’m thinking, repair the mouse or throw it out slowly, since he fell into disgrace? Damn horror. The cat is a maniac!
