Yesterday Sasha and I were late. We decided in some century to get out to the cinema. Went after work for an evening session. Shang-chi and the Legend of the Ten Rings. Like all such films — spectacular special effects with a minimal plot. Watched in IMAX, so I was satisfied. Fights, chase scenes and the final battle between good and evil are all top notch.
We were already returning home around twelve.
-It’s cool anyway! Very spectacular! — I admired.
-Now we’ll come home, the cat will show us a spectacle. Sasha sighed.
I got despondent too. This one can.
Contrary to expectations, the cat was not heard in the elevator. Also in the common hallway. And no one took out the door when we approached. And did not yell when we unlocked the lock. No one rolled out at his feet with a tantrum for the whole house. Where is a cat?!?!
-Mazonkin!!?? — Sasha entered the apartment first. Silence.
-Skizi!- I was already seriously nervous.
Something banged in the kitchen, and then a choked squeak was heard. One might say, terribly plaintive, similar to dying. To say that we ran to watch would be an understatement. We were in the kitchen in a split second. But I had a lot to think about. Got drunk on some nonsense, and is dying right now! Withered from hunger, and can no longer scream! He dropped something on himself, and now he is dying under the rubble of anything!
The cat lay stretched out on the floor, with my kitchen towel under my ass, of course. Also gently hugging spaghetti tongs.
“Skizi!” Sasha called.
— Uuuu? — The cat barely turned his head towards us, looked at us with an offended look and turned away. He licked the tongs lovingly and groaned softly.
«What’s wrong with the cat?!» I freaked out.
— Urru ruru! — moaned the cat.
He pretended to try to get up, but immediately collapsed back. From hunger, nothing else.
— Now come to life. — Sasha was skeptical. He opened the refrigerator and took out a pate.
Skisy squinted his eyes. He sighed, but didn’t want to get up. I leaned towards him in fear. Maybe he’s dying? The cat quite briskly shied away. He ran a little and lay down again.
— Skizi! What’s wrong with you!?
I automatically picked up the towel. Fathers! Yes, it’s a self-assembled tablecloth! A piece of carrot, a bread crust, a chicken bone, pasta, in general, everything that was found in the garbage.
— Ate, then! — I was indignant. — Why the cook?
— How why? — Surprised Sasha. — Cooked. Or chose the best bones. Yes, cat?
-Uuuuu.-The cat voiced. I realized that I was open, and already without hesitation rushed to the pate.
“You weren’t there,” Sasha whined in a tearful voice. “And I’m a little pissed off from hunger.” It’s time to cook for yourself!
-Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu as May as it is! Howled the cat in unison. Just offer this, he loves to whine!
— Harmful people, they don’t like cats at all!
— Wow ahhh!
They would have been crying for a long time, these clowns, if the bucket had not fallen on me. Garbage. I was just about to throw away the cat’s supper when it attacked me. Having received on the fingers, I cursed so much that Sasha instantly fell silent. And the cat seems to have recorded something. Taking advantage of the confusion, I quickly ran away, ordering everything to be cleaned up. Silently! And then, you see, while we were having fun at the cinema, the poor little cat had to cook for himself! Phew. I haven’t even lost half a gram!