That’s what happened. We did buy a swing. We went to the city, to the store, took away the missing parts of the pavilion and at the same time bought a swing.
We dragged this huge box to the pavilion and started assembling it.
— Take care of the instructions! — Sasha handed me a crumpled piece of paper.
— Oooo. — The cat is offended.
— No uuuu. — Mimicked the husband. — It’s a swing! Look how many bolts!
The cat is interested. Counted bolts, nuts, plugs. Until I seriously got a scolding from my husband. He lay on the cape and even chewed one string. Until I messed up.
Finally, the swing was assembled.
In the color of our tent. Everything is good, everything is wonderful. My husband and I tried it.
— They don’t seem to creak. — I rejoiced.
— Well, yes, it’s fine.
The cat was looking at us from the box like we were idiots. Well, yes, everyone knows that it’s not the contents that matter, but the box itself !!
— Come here! — I beckoned the cat to the swing.
“Whoa?” The cat was surprised.
— Mazonkin, come on! You love! Come here! — Sasha called.
— Uru ururu uru Muru?! — Am I a dunce?! Leave such a nice box unattended? And something else about how narrow-minded we are.
Yes, okay! We’ll do without you!
The cat enjoyed the box all day long. I read, swaying lazily on a swing. Sasha was wandering around the site doing nothing.
After dinner, they began to get ready to swim.
“Come at least eat!” Sashka suggested to the cat.
“Hurr!” the cat shaved short.
And we left.
When we returned, the swing was unrecognizable. The pillow is on the ground, the cape is knocked off, the roof somehow looks suspiciously sideways.
“What is this?!” I exclaimed.
— Did you have a party?
I wanted to fix my cape, but Skizi refused to leave! And when Sasha tried to take it off, he cursed so that all the surrounding hedgehogs heard.
— Let go of the claws! Sasha yelled.
“Ururu uuuu!!” The cat yelled, clutching tightly at the cape.
Released. The cat, however, yelled at us for another quarter of an hour, and in the end he even announced that he would give us a box from the master’s shoulder. But no swing.
He didn’t even come to sleep at night.
— Where the hell is the cat? — I grumbled, hinting to Sasha in every possible way that we should look.
— On the swing. Husband waved.
And after my fifteenth breath, we were convinced of this. The swing, damn it, creaked. It is piercing and all over the district. This is how you need to swing on them ?! Two people rocked — nothing creaked !! And they can’t stand the poor little cat!!