Ninth fight (with) 7_korov Bashny.Net

Gentle breeze shook the wet birch tree outside the window. Light lamp, breaking through autumn foliage thinned, playing on the carpet bright spots, jumping over each other like a rambunctious kittens. The owner, as usual, was sitting at the computer, clicking buttons, illuminated only the faint light of the monitor.

Gavroche cat lying on a sofa and looking thoughtfully into the host back, wondering whether it is time to cry out to feed bread. There is, in truth, did not want to, but it's nice when the owner drops his strange case, and leads to the kitchen to his beloved bowl, piles of bags in her something tasty in the sauce and gently persuaded to eat!

Reflections lantern distracting. Gavroche everything seemed that some brazen mouse crawled out from somewhere in mink and tries to disturb the peace of the family. Every now and then a cat displeased looks down on the carpet, carefully sizing up the flashing spots.

Birch swing. And at this moment Gavroche noticed something wrong, something from which the hair on the back of his neck stood on end instantly and targeted mustaches menacingly forward. All shadows leapt in time with the movement of the tree outside the window, and only one seemed rooted to his seat and seemed, on the contrary, crawled to the other side, growing, spreading.

Cat stiffened. How he did not like the wrong shade! Not long ago, the same shadow stretched his eighth, penultimate life. And before that - the seventh. Even earlier - six lives. Well, he were nine, and that and one year is not enough, let alone nine. Nine years, nine lives ...

Gavroche shivered and looked more closely. So it is: the shadow crept across the carpet, without being distracted by silly jumps that made the shadow of other, competing with the glow of the lantern. However, it was becoming darker and richer. Cat bared his fangs.

When he was a kitten, they often jump on these shadows, not knowing what it is. Shadows of small woes scared him even then disappeared, failing to grow. When on family sheltered him, thickened first shadow of this disaster, Gavroche also jumped, playing, and ... and lost his first life. He was scared. It is terrible and very disappointing. After all, he just wanted to play and got hurt. Let quick but sharp and some nasty, sticky. He complained to the Master, but he did not understand the complaints. Later, as adults and giving the owners of two life Gavroche sure that people do not see the shadow of impending trouble. Well? But he sees. Since then, his main duty was to fight these terrible shadows.

The shadows came often. Mostly small, barely noticeable. They only had to show the long, powerful teeth. Sometimes there is plenty of shade. No troubles - troubles. They had to jump, breaking curves with sharp claws. The hosts bravely at him, looking like he's dancing on the floor, clapping his paws on empty as it seemed the place. And he was tired, disposing of the shadow stretched out on the carpet, with tenderness laughing looking at the home, glad that he saved them from yet another problem.

But when the family grew over the terrible shadow of this great disaster, it can pay off was just life. Such shadows appeared eight times. And every time, except the first, when he did not understand what is happening, it was very scary. But Gavroche, without hesitation - despite the fear, chilling his whole being - gave his life rescuing lives once who saved his people.

Now it looked like the carpet is growing, thickening black to a depth of horror, the ninth trouble. The biggest, the most terrible. There, he had never seen. Nine years, nine troubles ...

Gavroche meowed softly.

 - Now, baby, let's go eat right now - immediately responded owner, without turning his head.

The cat looked at the host. No, he, like, all right. And suddenly, like a cat's heart squeezed black curved claws. Mistress! The landlady somewhere in the darkness of the night sneaking into the house!

Gavroche again peered into the shadows, frantically banging on the sofa tail. The shadow grew, taking the outline of a person. A tall, thin man. Here he was designated head, feet up, stretched his arms. And in his hand Gavroche, tsepeneya, saw the same thing, how it cuts the owner myasko on the board. Nine years, nine troubles. Nine years, nine troubles ...

Cat grinned, sitting up on the couch and quivering jaw, ready to pounce. Nine years, nine troubles. Nine troubles, nine lives ...

The shadow began to raise his hand with a terrible subject. Master! What are you ?! I have since last life! Boss!

The owner went klatsat keys, not noticing the troubles looming over the family.

It should say something to him ... goodbye. What?

Shadow raised her hand above ... Nine years, nine troubles ...

Shadow took another step ... Nine years, nine troubles ...

The hand went down ... Nine years, nine troubles ...

With a terrible cry, which were woven together and the pain of parting with the life and memory of happiness scratching master's fingers, and eternity feline care Gavroche rushed forward in the last jump, opening the mouth of a true fangs pulling deadly for common trouble claws toward predatory turned him toward the shadows.

Nine years, nine troubles. Nine troubles, nine lives.

Live, people!

Live ...

© 7_korov

P.S. Gavryusha died a week ago, on October 13th, at 1-20.

Poison. Presumably, household cleaning products. Four days saved, not saved.

I could not tell before the general public. It was very painful. A week ate a sedative, it was a little easier.

He was buried in the woods. A nice place. He had never been in the woods. Now let there asleep.

Farewell kotenysh. This story - my last gift to you.





And from me PS

For those who will ask why not the author published, say, the post is posted with permission of the author.

ZYY author condolences, loss of a pet is equivalent to the loss of a friend or a brother.

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