This is a houseMik. Terrible hairy box without a bottom. Instead of a bottom, a mattress. The cat has never been inside! Only from above! This is a houseMik. Terrible hairy box without a bottom. Instead of a bottom, a mattress. The cat has never been inside! Only from above!
Do cats have nightmares?
I’m not sure about decent cats, but Skizi Mazonkin is definitely dreaming. I don’t know what, maybe the pate is over, maybe the butt is stuck somewhere, but the nightmare is definitely terrible!
I woke up from such a sound that it is even difficult to describe.
-Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.- As if the door creaks, only the sound is more deaf and scary.
So. Calmly. It’s definitely not a brownie! Just in case, I made sure that my husband was sleeping next to me, silently.
— Mmmmmmmmmmm.
— Skizi! — Well, it’s clear, if not Sasha, then a cat.
The cat did not respond, but the sound became louder. As if from a window, from a windowsill. Weird. Maybe the wind is so strong? The windows are always open for ventilation. Here is the poor wind and pinched his tail.
— Mmmmmmmmmmm.
— Saaash! — I pushed my husband. What? Not to go by myself?! Moreover, he sleeps closer to the window.
— Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
-What is this…? Sasha asked, as if he himself had not slept.
— Go look on the windowsill!
He obediently got up, grabbed the curtain, and only then turned around indignantly. I waved my hand, saying there is no time to explain, look quickly.
On the windowsill, on his terribly hairy house, the cat was sleeping. In an unthinkable position. The tail and buttocks are pressed against the window, one paw hangs down, the other one covers its head. I don’t remember him ever sleeping inside the house. Always on top. After all, you will not throw out this disgrace …
-Pss. Mazonkin!! Sasha called.
— Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. — The cat groaned again, and tapped its tail on the glass. The dangling foot began to rake in the air.
I came up too. That’s how I knew it was a cat!
— Skizi, pssst, get up! — I called.
Sasha gently touched his ear. There was silence.
Under the paw that covered his head, a green eye flashed. For a second, nothing happened. And then it started.
— Wow!!!!! — The cat screamed in horror and tried to run.
Of course, he got tangled in his paws, fell, this house is on top. The cat just galloped on, right in the house. It’s good that Sasha was ready. I caught the screamer, somehow reassured him. They went to bed, put the cat in the middle. Stroked with four hands. He seems to have calmed down, poor guy. All night long he tried to tell what kind of fear he had dreamed of. Sashka stood up all covered in fur on his bristles, and I with a drooling ear. Eeeh. What doesn’t happen)