Do you know why I love my cat? Because it’s not always so destructive!
I was going on a date last night. With my own husband. Nothing special, we went to a restaurant in our own house. Spontaneous idea, we decided to go down to eat, so as not to cook at home. But I wanted to wear a dress. Sasha pulled on his shirt with a grunt. So, teasing each other, the usual evening turned into a date.
“Skizi, hooray, I’m going on a date!” I yelled, joyfully taking out a dress from the closet.
Apparently, the cat heard something wrong. He must have thought he was going on a date!
— Uuu rururu uu? — Just in case, the cat clarified.
— I’m going on a date! I threw the pantyhose on the bed, chose a dress, put it next to me. Then she came to her senses and quickly closed the door.
-Uuuuuuurururuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!! — The cat yelled, apparently deciding that the date was taking place behind a closed door without him!
Boom Boom Boom. Do cats get concussions?
— Yuuuuuul? Sasha just got out of the bathroom.
-Do not open the door!! I yelled, grabbing my dress. That’s right, first you need to save the most valuable!
But it’s too late. The cat has already entered the bedroom.
“Uuu rururu uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!” He issued a battle cry and rushed to check where it was, this date?!
Like a mad rhinoceros, he raced across the bed. Then he came back and danced a little more. I said goodbye to tights, imagining what they had become. Remember that there are no others. Saddened. Thinking about what else to wear. Jeans again? I’d rather cook dumplings and stay at home. Or fry potatoes? Lazy so. But you can just put everything in a pot and in the oven. And a salad… And you don’t have to spend money. Tomorrow I will buy myself a new book))) I even daydreamed …
When the cat flew out of the bedroom, without finding any date, there were absolutely whole tights on the bed.
— Are you going or where? — Sasha called.
I had to go. But the cat is still great! I remember that in five minutes I destroyed three pairs! And then he trampled for half an hour and not a clue! True, I was already dreaming about a new detective))) But what to do, but we had a great evening. Not the one when I had to clean the apartment, but before, in the restaurant. Sparing the pantyhose, the cat continued to search for a «date». Mostly in cabinets. Everything that was acquired by overwork, stretched throughout the apartment. But that’s another story)))