Vacation is fucking over. On Sunday we went to the river, swam and started to get ready to go home. Sasha to work on Monday, me on Wednesday. I fished out two more days from the director for women’s things. Go to the hairdresser and so on.
Of course, I have not told you all the adventures of a poor little cat in the country, and I will definitely return to this topic. But Skizi is a tireless source of energy, damn it.
It all started with the fact that I solemnly announced to the cat that the vacation was over.
“Do you understand or not?” I asked. -Vacation is over!
“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu?” the cat yelled in fright.
-Get your gear! We’re heading to town in two hours!
— Ururuuuu! — Skeezi howled in response and even fainted, but screwed up only one eye and thus spoiled the whole impression.
-Don’t be silly! Sasha was outraged. — Go get better.
Of course, the cat did not go to get ready, but actively helped. I put his toys in a bag, he took them out. I put the tray on the floor of the back seat, it scraped all the stuffing out into the street. I packed a bowl, he pushed it, right in the bag, under the change house.
— Mazonkin, damn it !!! — I yelled.
— Urrruuu uuuu! — The cat was indignant.
-Now you’ll get it! — Sashka threatened.
-Uuu. — The cat snapped.
Finally, everything was tamped down. The tool, which was more expensive was taken away, which was simpler, was locked in a change house. The pavilion was laid down. The swing was moved to the veranda.
-All?
-All.
-Where is a cat?!
The cat is gone. He probably decided that he would go on free bread, or in the service of hedgehogs, but he would not go to the city!
— Masonkin!!!
— Skiziii!!!
We yelled in different ways. Already the children began to echo, and the dogs howled, but Skizi still did not appear.
I went to all his favorite places. Mostly along the perimeter of the site. We have mowed grass, but the neighbors do not. Because they, the closest neighbors, are not there yet. It was in this grass that Skizi got into the habit of making his nests. I went around all his beds. Sasha climbed under the change house and looked into the attic.
— Skiziiii!!! — I yelled again.
We listened. Not a single branch cracked, not a single tree swayed. Skizi declared a boycott.
— Now I’ll call a hedgehog! — I threatened, and Sasha creaked with a swing.
Nothing helped.
He came when we were already desperate. He brought a huge mouse and laid it at Sasha’s feet. She really was huge!
-The biggest one you could find, right, cat? Sasha asked.
— Urruuu ?? — The cat looked up at him and asked if this was enough to stay?
— I can add a liter of kvass! — I supported the cat, and also looked at Sasha.
But no, our joint bribe was not enough. We were stuffed into the car and taken to the city. Holidays are too damn short!!