Every time in the world dies lonely grandmother, Sadness Kitten

This is not a poetic exaggeration, because after her grandmother Kitty Street light - much more likely to inherit the family apartment than cats and dogs

. One such grandmother gathered to die this winter. January has somehow departed, and by February it became unbearable, and frosty night in the courtyard creaked wheel ambulance. Awakened by the neighbors tracked through the peephole as carried on a stretcher heavy body, and paramedic care last, turned off the lights in the hallway. The door slammed, and fell silent, and all fell asleep until morning.

Then came the day was the normal winter day, dull and cloudy. By evening, for some reason, I remembered:

- Listen, a neighbor had a cat ...

- So what? We cares?

- They were there alone, that they will eat

? - Each other. Life - the struggle

. Yes, life is a struggle, not argue with that. Little by little, everything was forgotten - the grandmother remained in the hospital for good, the apartment was locked. I wonder who will inherit it? So come on March 8th.

Ilya poked in a stall, but it was closed. In the second there was nothing but leafless tulips, roses and the third pleased acidic colors.

- A normal no? Pink or red - my wife does not indulge in substance, natural prefers

. it was not normal. No wonder - 8 March for dinner from flower stalls scraped everything, including sellers, and if you stayed on the job, then all right to ride around the city in search of a decent bunch. Ilya nervous time coming to four, and he pushed all in traffic jams. Lena was not for the likes bouquets, but home empty-handed still go worthless.

- Girl, how is it? March 8, the normal and no roses ...

Just in time for the holiday, when in the air spread sweetish damp, suddenly had to think about the cats, who were locked up for a month in the apartment. The neighbors began to soak below the ceiling - round the clock water oozed a strange color with even more strange smell. They called the precinct, locksmiths from Housing and tetenek of mysterious "committee" to expose the ill-fated apartment.

- Understood! Where are the witnesses? - From the stentorian voice of the district's neighbors hid in a trice, no one wanted to communicate. - Find someone with a passport ... normal ... Two ...

I agreed one of the neighbors - the curiosity was stronger innate distrust of the police. But the second witness still can not be found, and the district went out, looked sighting, instantly highlighting the burly guy who slammed the door flower stall and headed for the car. ABOUT! Sober and documents -. What you need

- Citizen! Yes, yes, you wait a minute ...

When the door opened, and clicked present scattered - standing in the apartment stink bouncer tear even drunk-locksmith. Clutching his nose knitted scarf, district cautiously stepped inside, followed him, and decided to enter the neighbors. The apartment was destroyed and filthy state of Railway to the toilet, but for some reason, cats were nowhere to be seen.

- Has died, whether

? - Perhaps ... Still, a month do not eat

! The policeman turned to the portly neighbor:

- And what you do not fed

? - And what do we, red, or what? to himself and fed!

Cats were found in the kitchen. They sat near the battery, from which fairly dripping, and looked into the eyes of people logged seriously and sadly.

- See you, live

! Eight different color skins: red, white, gray, tricolor - cats were thin and dirty so that even approach them did not want to. Strongly smelled onions, whose grandmother was a hefty margin - it's when they lasted so long

. - Edrittvoyu ... - policeman wiped his bald head scarf - much live, the first time I've seen that cat ate onions ...

A cat still sat silently and watched, huddled together in a pile. They were Persian, thoroughbred, but where the Virgin - rolled-up dirty greasy wool hung in tatters, making the noble animal in pomoechnye babaek

. - Hey, that they ... thoroughbred, whether

? - Looks like it. Now what to do with them?

- Like what? Feed! - Suddenly vyzverilsya district and angrily shoved her neighbor, leaving the corridor. - You have a month to hold the bow, that fat came

! He stood on a platform and nervously lit a cigarette and rubbing his nose. People thrown out of the apartment and are now crowded in close vestibule, stepping on each other's feet.

- Maybe they sell to? Pedigree also ...

- It is necessary to somehow feed them, whether that ...

Elijah was alone in the apartment, he was standing in the kitchen and looked with horror at the cats, and they - it. The stench emanating from them, could feel his hands - so thick and heavy, they stink. Never in his life he had never seen thoroughbred animals in this state.

- Hey, where's our witness? The citizen then you have forgotten it? Sign here.

- Boxes have

? - What? - Policeman frowned, obmusolivaya handle

. - I say, there is a cardboard box? Damn, what a hatched? - Ilya rolled down the stairs and then pulled a pen stall. - Girl, you can not find the boxes? And scotch? Yes, and lend scissors, be right back.

Stunned neighbors watched as the man left quite packs in a box from under the colors of skunks, punching a hole with scissors, so as not to suffocate. Having packed all eight, he walked around the corner, so as not to forget anyone.

- You ... What are you going to do with them? - Squeaked neighbor

. Ilya unfriendly looked at her and muttered in a bandit:

- Cheburechnaya I ...

It was midnight, somewhere in the courts of Chinese fireworks rumbled bought in the nearest supermarket. At the entrance shouting songs of drunken men, celebrate Women's Day.

Lena sighed chatted a nearly empty bottle of shampoo - just like always, it ends at the right time. Hands fleas choose - something else fun. In the washing machine are located in a number of ear drops, chlorhexidine, cotton swabs, tablets from worms, scissors. She narrowed her eyes, wondering in my mind, how many parts to divide the tablet and the phone rang, which she had left in the kitchen.

- Yes ... And you on the holiday. Ilya was already asleep. It's okay, my husband is the best for me. You know what he told me on March 8 gave? Eight cats. Vaughn, sitting quietly in a corner, stink ...

© Jose Dale

: Pikabu.ru

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