"Kate, something with our cat! He can't walk!" Bashny.Net

Last night sitting in my room reading a book. And then from the kitchen came the cry of the father:

— Kate, something with our cat! He can't walk!

I scramble out of the room and see how the cat creeps down the hall, leaning on his front paws. His heavy seas from side to side. I have a panic attack. I'm terrified and tears trying to figure out what could have happened to him:

— What happened?! Did you see that?! Maybe he ate something?

— I chair-hyped, to fly into space ready! — responsible father and laughingly runs away.

By the way, my dad recently turned 50 years old...

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