The cat terrorized anyone who tried to sit on the swing for two days. One has only to land nearby, as he rolls down to the side, rests all four paws on the leg and slowly begins to release his claws.
-Mazonkin! “The first time I jumped up in indignation.
— Uurruuu? — Politely asked the cat, why am I unhappy.
-Now get it! — I was indignant.
— What’s the noise, but no fight? Sasha asked, appearing in the pavilion.
“Now it will be!” I promised gloomily.
— Urruu! — Angrily responded the cat.
The husband, without understanding, plopped down on the swing, next to the cat. And after half a minute he jumped up.
— Masonkin!!!
— Urruuu??
The cat, of course, was kicked out, but at night he ate Sasha’s slippers.
So it happened, do not sit next to the cat. And drive yourself more expensive. You can sit down if there is no cat. Sasha has already used up a liter of lubricant so that the swing does not creak. Because when a cat hears a creak, it runs as fast as it can to check. And if you swing quietly, it does without screams and scandals. You can, of course, unleash a war, but we don’t have much free time.
One evening I sat down with a book. Look around first, of course. Then I settled down, read, sway.
He yelled somewhere else under the shed. It flew out like a bullet and rushed towards me. I prepared to fight. I won’t leave. In extreme cases, get on the pope. And I’ll hide my slippers. I’ll hide everything.
— Uuuuuuu uuuuu! — The cat ran like Vikings into battle. Waving his tail, howling and trying in every possible way to frighten me.
With a powerful jump, he jumped over the remaining two meters and almost turned me over along with the swing.
— Are you stunned? — I was indignant.
— Urruuu! — the cat began to wail, and somehow timidly looked out from behind the back.
I also looked out. He didn’t run to me, he was afraid of something, a little one.
-UUurrr.- Quietly grumbled, and sat down closer to me.
The bushes crackled. Fox?! I even crossed my legs. The cat even climbed into my lap. It hasn’t happened in a hundred years! Well, everything, I think, fox! Mad. If anything, I will fight back with Dostoevsky. Well, the book is heavy. Maybe we’ll survive.
-Uuuuuu.- The cat was buzzing, almost in a whisper.
The bushes shook, dry branches crackled, the cat closed his eyes, I squeezed the book harder. A hedgehog crawled into the clearing in front of the pavilion.
— Fuck you, damn it!! Balda! — I was indignant. — It’s a hedgehog!
The hedgehog puffed and curled up into a ball.
— Urruuauu! — Said the cat. That’s it!! Hedgehog!!
Just then Sasha came, giggling. It turns out that we were occupied by hedgehogs. And the cat met one of them at the change house. The hedgehog puffed, the cat stared. And when the hedgehog went on the attack, Mazonkin had to run away. Well, not like that, of course. Step backwards, of course. As soon as the cat captured the swing, reinforcements pulled up to the enemy. In general, barely survived))
The cat, of course, slowly calmed down. He slid down, settled down at the net and began to observe. Of course, the hedgehog is on the other side of the pavilion! I also stand guard with Dostoevsky. What to be afraid of?))
And the tail fluffed up, as if the fox had come! And the tail fluffed up, as if the fox had come!
True, it later turned out that the mesh was not a hindrance to the hedgehog, unlike the cat, he quickly found the entrance. But the hedgehog did not encroach on the swing, and the cat in my arms is not afraid.
In short, I found out. Hedgehogs eat snakes and mice and stuff like that. And if you leave a little water for the hedgehog, he will come regularly. I don’t feel sorry for the water, there are enough mice too. But there will be no snakes. And what an impact on the cat! In general, lovely animals. Useful. Well, someone has to influence the cat??