This weekend the cat did not go to the dacha. All. No more giving to him.
Why? He. Broke. Carrying.
You can giggle all you want! And the box is broken.
On Friday, I rushed home with the hope that we would go to the dacha.
— Come on tomorrow morning? — Offered Sasha.
Well, in the morning … Okay, go into the dark and the cold is such a thing, even in the morning. We just don’t get anything useful. Until we get there, until we put the bath. While we are chasing water. Once there will be extra bushes to cut … Well, okay.
— Woooooo ahhh!! Uuuuuruaaauau !!-the cat voted, sitting on me, at six in the morning.
— It’s still dark! What pate??? Go to sleep! -I was indignant. She shoved the cat onto Sasha and covered herself with the blanket again.
— Wow, wow, wow, wow. — The cat yelled like an alarm.
“Get up, the cat wants to go to the dacha!” Sasha declared and jumped up cheerfully.
What is this, some kind of joke?! — I was indignant.
Turns out it’s not a joke. And I had to get up. Fortunately, things have been collected since the evening, just pack the tray. Get dressed. Disgustingly peppy Sasha, gloomy me and a happy cat. Of course, happy. All cats would receive pate at six in the morning! Gathered in the kitchen. Sasha opened the carrier.
-Come on, Mason. We’re leaving.
I couldn’t believe my eyes when the cat calmly entered the carrier. Well, all right, he probably really wants to go to the country. But it was not there. The cat calmly walked out the other side. Just not to the end. We have a regular plastic container. Clip-on lid. So he got out halfway, because one side was not latched. Of course he yelled. Still would! Sasha tried to catch him, the cat got even more frightened. I didn’t understand anything. I only had time to notice how the cat was shoved inside again, then for some reason the carrier jumped onto the table. A hammer slammed from the table. Good hammer. Weighty. They just wanted to take it to the dacha, but they forgot about it. Left a chip on the laminate. And pre-knocked one of the clips. All. Finita la comedy. The cat got out of the carrier and began to wash. As if it should be!
We just looked at each other. Sasha silently put the tray back in place, I filled the bowl with pate and we left. Not even turning around at the roar behind him and the nervous shudders of the door. Laminate is just a pity. How is it possible to live here in peace?