Now I will tell you how to get rid of all the dishes at once in one fell swoop. Well, almost all of them.
Actually, I’ve always said that some people have too big ass! I will clarify. Too big fluffy ass! (or maybe not…)
The dishwasher, as always, signaled the end of the mission. As always, I opened the door. This is not a refrigerator for you, the door does not open sideways, but down! Everyone knows this! And the cat, too, has long been accustomed to!
He climbed, then, into the sink to drink. Then he drank for a long, long, long time while I stood over him with unwashed apples. Then he licked his tail for a long time. Then I got angry and he still got out. I stopped at the microwave, grumbled something about how harmful I was and could not wait a second, because it is clear that the poor little cat was dying of thirst!
And then the tail slid down, dragging a shaggy ass behind it, the cat tilted dangerously …
«Whoaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!» squealed Skisy.
-AAaaaaaaa! — I yelled.
But yelling won’t help the cause!
Wet paws began to move indecently. Butt succumbed to the law of gravity and slowly began to move down. Too heavy, too heavy ass. If it were easier, maybe nothing, it would have cost. But no. Cat go down. The door swung open completely, carrying the cat down. For a moment they froze, and the door and the cat. And there would be no big trouble if the cat ran away in the other direction. I understand the shock! But why run into the dishwasher?!?! For some reason he jumped forward. Everything thundered. Then again. And only then the angry cat jumped out!
Sasha and I just looked at each other.
— Go. — Sashka sighed.
-Dummy. — I confirmed.
He went to comfort the cat, and I climbed to look at the losses. Three plates were cracked, a glass salad bowl was cut in half, and two mugs were left without a handle.
Actually, I have only two questions. How?! How?!?! Throw a stone there, and there would be less destruction! And why did you have to go there? Confused, right?! Do cats have insanity or dementia, or what is the name of the loss of orientation in space?!
The cat is intact, of course. Even if it’s angry. It’s him! It is clear that I should be indignant! After all, I’m going to Ikea on Friday!
Read in a whisper. Uraaaa. new plates!!!