Cats and cats. Notes of the sofa naturalist
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Here is my man. I"m not afraid of him. He is very strong, because he eats a lot, he is omnivorous. What are you eating there? Give me!
He is ugly because without wool. He has little saliva, and he has to wash with water. He meow rudely and too much. Sometimes purred from sleep.
I do not understand why he became the master: maybe he devoured something extraordinary.
It contains my rooms clean.
Often at night, when I hear mysterious, magical voices, when I see how everything comes to life in the darkness, he sits at the table and, tilting his head, scratches, scratches his black claw along the white sheets. Do not imagine that I think about you, I only listen to the quiet rustling of your claw. Sometimes rustling calms down: a miserable fool is unable to come up with any other game, and I feel sorry for him, I - so be it! - I will go to him and quietly meow in a painfully sweet languor.
Here my man will raise me and immerse his warm face in my wool. At such moments, in it for a moment, some glimpse of higher life is noticeable, and he, having blissfully sighing, purred something almost pleasant.
But do not imagine that I think about you. You warm me and I will go to listen to the voices of the night again
He is ugly because without wool. He has little saliva, and he has to wash with water. He meow rudely and too much. Sometimes purred from sleep.
I do not understand why he became the master: maybe he devoured something extraordinary.
It contains my rooms clean.
Often at night, when I hear mysterious, magical voices, when I see how everything comes to life in the darkness, he sits at the table and, tilting his head, scratches, scratches his black claw along the white sheets. Do not imagine that I think about you, I only listen to the quiet rustling of your claw. Sometimes rustling calms down: a miserable fool is unable to come up with any other game, and I feel sorry for him, I - so be it! - I will go to him and quietly meow in a painfully sweet languor.
Here my man will raise me and immerse his warm face in my wool. At such moments, in it for a moment, some glimpse of higher life is noticeable, and he, having blissfully sighing, purred something almost pleasant.
But do not imagine that I think about you. You warm me and I will go to listen to the voices of the night again
Author:
Author:Malofeev Nikolay Mifodeevich
Cover:
Cover:Hard
Category:
- Category:Home & Decor
- Category:Pets & Pet care
ISBN:
ISBN:978-5-94663-033-7
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