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After this video, a logical question followed. But what if both me and the cat need a sink? Oh, I’ll tell you now!
This is what happens most often. As soon as I start cooking, the cat rushes at full speed into the sink. Everything seems to be logical. I came, fed, and now he needs to drink some water. But between fed and took up dinner, as a rule, forty minutes. During this time you can eat and drink and swim! But as soon as I pick up a pot, like a cat, no matter what he does, he ends up in the sink.
I remember I was making soup. She took out onions, carrots, potatoes and put them all in the sink. I did not have time to look back, as the cat was already sitting there.
-Get out! I glared at him and even showed my fist.
— Urr uuu! — The cat was offended and ceremoniously put his paw in a bowl. Then he selflessly licked her. Then he drank for a long time. Then he began to examine the carrots.
I patiently waited. Because if you do not wait, he will yell and climb at the most inopportune time. So let’s get drunk. But when he began to gnaw carrots … My patience ran out, and the cat was taken out of the kitchen along with the stub. Well, I don’t have time to wait until he plays enough!
I cleaned the vegetables and started cooking. The cat returned at an inconvenient moment. He tossed a half-eaten carrot at my feet and climbed into the sink. He saw the skins there and angrily told me everything that he thinks about it. While I was chopping onions, he was throwing potato peels on the floor. While I cleaned up, swearing in every way, he poured water on me. While I was peeling carrots, he threw spoons and forks out of the sink. And so in a circle. Until I got angry. I got so angry. All in all. I turned on the water. Yes Yes.
— Urr urur? — The cat calmly raised his head and slightly surprised looked at me. Water poured down his back, the level in the sink rose to half, but the cat stubbornly looked into my eyes.
-What are you?! Do you want to drown the poor little cat ??? — Sasha was indignant, looking into the kitchen.
It was then that the cat realized that he was flooded. But you know, a wet cat flies just as well as a dry one. Only from him more problems. I had to not only cook soup, but also wipe the floors and change the bed. And Sasha and the cat also sneered (
But after that, the cat and I signed a non-aggression pact. I don’t leave anything in the sink at all under any circumstances, except for his bowl, of course. And the cat drinks before I go to cook. And as soon as I hint that he is delaying the queue, he leaves. With grumbling and abuse, but still leaves the sink. That is how we live.