Sasha is engaged in cash register equipment. Sales, tuning and other things. Therefore, yesterday I was not at all surprised to find a roll of thermal labels in my sweater pocket. (Sticky price tags, which are most often used on scales) I sent the sweater to the laundry, and took the roll of sticky price tags to my husband. She placed it on the table in front of him.
— Take it where it needs to be. — I asked, already in colors imagining how I tear off these labels from a cat. From the floor From the sofa. From curtains. And even a couple from TV.
-Okay. — Sasha promised and I went into the bedroom. I had hardcover plans for tonight.
I tried my best not to hear the war break out in the kitchen. And then there was soooo thunderous. Of course, cat screams, Sasha’s mats, swearing and all that. I jumped up, wanted to run to look, but the cat managed to do it earlier. He showed up on the doorstep like a superhero. He flew into a police U-turn, sparking the tiles with his claws.
— Urru urru uuuu! — He howled on one note, waving his tail militantly, but in fact, everything was clear anyway.
On the forehead, between two glorious ears, a label is glued!! In square eyes all at once. And resentment, and the promise of fierce revenge, and even bewilderment, how dare this mortal treat him SO ?!
-What else is that?! — I was indignant.
But then Sasha crawled into the bedroom, in the truest sense of the word.
I screamed.
— This… pancake… — Sashka yelled, stretching his leg and presenting me with a broken knee.
— Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!! -That’s what the cat does not tolerate, so it’s slander in his address.
-I only have one for you! And you are all over the floor!!
— Ururu uuuu ururu!!
They would still fight if it wasn’t for me. Half an hour later we figured everything out. According to the cat, he just showed curiosity. The poor little cat just wanted to sniff! As he was instantly covered with labels. He ran, escaped with all his might, and a couple of labels remained on the floor. The big man stumbled, fell, and the poor little cat barely managed to survive!
According to Sasha, everything is much simpler. The evil cat deliberately stretched the tape across the floor, the man stumbled and fell, and the furry one ran to complain like a little one! Be-be-be.
Oh everything. Good thing I wasn’t even there! They would have been blamed too! And so she made a stern face, and sent her husband to tear off the stickers from the floor. Because «I knew it!» and “I told you so!”. She also looked sternly at the cat and sent to help. Ehhh, men))