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While I changed clothes, washed my face and so on, Sasha laid out our modest dinner on plates. There is simply no time to cook lately, so we have two boxes of noodles from the nearest eatery for dinner. But I like it when food lies on my beautiful plates)) Why did I choose them for half an hour?! Beautiful plate, beautiful glass. Delicious wine and a beloved man nearby. What else do you need for a good dinner before the holidays? Well, a cat! Of course, a cat! Otherwise, it’s kind of perfect. And so, in a beautiful plate, a tail, in a beautiful glass, a nose))) Why do I insist on a description? I no longer have beautiful plates or beautiful glasses ((
They sat on the couch, there was food on the coffee table, glasses in their hands. We are not talking about vacation yet, everyone is tired. Just choose a movie.
«Let’s have some comedy?» I suggested.
Maybe a thriller?
“Ururu!!” the cat yelled. Well, everything is clear, he is for Marvel.
— And let’s fast and furious?!
I saw a familiar car among the pictures. I used to love these films. We chose one of the last ones, sat down. The cat got nervous. The beginning is not right! Not Marvel again!
“Ururu?!” He yelled in an offended voice. He even tried to climb onto the table, but was expelled.
And then there was a squeal of tires, cars flashed by and the cat was imbued)) Twice he ran to the bowl, once hastily to the toilet. But hearing the sounds of the race raced back. In the end, he didn’t. He pushed his bowl closer to us. In principle, we are used to the fact that his bowls are constantly migrating. Yes, and a basin with a tray. But usually the migration path runs in the corridor, never so deep into the room.
The cat also liked Vin Diesel. He even came closer to the speakers, apparently, to listen more carefully))
And then something went wrong… Maybe the cat was jealous?? Suddenly he jumped up, jumped on the table, (we managed to grab the plates) jumped onto the curtain, swayed, down onto the table, in one jump, over the sofa, onto the back of the chair, it almost drove into the corridor, and rushed into the bedroom.
— Skizi !!!! — we yelled in unison.
First, the clatter of claws, then the screeching of tiles, in an attempt to enter a turn with a skid, and only then the cat rolled head over heels into the living room.
-What the hell are you!!!
— Well, calm down !!
In any incomprehensible situation, wash your face. This is the immutable law of all cats. Everyone knows this! And Skisy froze, as if he had not just flown, and, as if nothing had happened, began to wash. He smoothed down the fur that stood on end with his paw and sat down between us.
He did this three times. Every time, unexpectedly, but we managed to grab the dishes, no matter where he flew from! It was habit. Then, until someone started to stutter, they turned off this film. Well, away from sin.
“Uuuu!!” the cat was offended.
You are the best, you won! I complimented the cat. She got up and picked up her plates. Sasha took the glasses.
Suddenly decides to show that I’m right and again arrange a race. He just jumped off the table. I jumped, jumped back. Sasha also recoiled. Stepped into a cat bowl, and then nothing could save us (((They thundered together.
“Ururu?!” A cat looked at us from under the table with round eyes…
If only he could, oh if only he could! How he would laugh at us! I, too, was funny, until it turned out that the plates cracked exactly in half, and the glasses spilled into each other.
So, poll. Who is to blame for the destruction of dishes, two bruised knees (Sashkins), and one injured coccyx (my goodness)?
