An old man's morning, late and leisurely, begins with a grunt. A fluffy tail swishes around the hunched master until he sneezes.
Well, you're finally awake!
Thema the peach-colored, curly-haired, moderately well-fed cat also stretched, glancing reproachfully at the bowl of dried food.
- I'm coming, I'm coming," the grandfather muttered, and for a long time he fumbled for his overshoe under the bed, the second one Tema didn't corral.
Here something did not think that grandfather and mop can take a mop... Although the mop never hit, and in general, he is a favorite kitty.
Grandfather put on his shoes and shuffled into the kitchen, from the house through the veranda, and closed the door tightly behind him.
He's smoking in there, you see!
She smokes, and does not let her favorite cat in, and there is a window, jump from the table and into the street!
No, he won't let me in, and there are smells, birds, cats!
Topic went around the spacious veranda, looked at the porch from the window, sparrows already gathered on the parapet, also waiting for millet.
Not long Topic walked on the porch and under the house, the village has its own orders, and the guard cats otmutuzili strong, and the owner added shots ...
It was a thing. Since then, Topic did not rush out the open door, obeyed his grandfather.
You can't do that. You can't do that.
The master called Topic to breakfast, the plate was clean, the food was soft. He measures himself by himself, toothless himself - and everyone's diet. Although the dry food is also dusty, grandfather hasn't changed it for a long time.
The TV screamed, time for breakfast.
Tema even got hungry, or something, so keen on whiskas in sauce, and grandfather was still trying to shout something over the TV.
- Topic! Mouse! Come on, catch it quickly!
The cat looked at his master in bewilderment and, turning back to the bowl, he noticed a red vole with black stripes on its back. The mouse was leisurely heading towards Tema's bowl, apparently not yet awake and lazily waddled over on short legs. Or rather, lately it had gotten so fat that it had gotten used to running.
Why?
The feed is plentiful, the cat is in buddies... the owner is deaf.
What a paradisiacal life!
When his grandfather scolded him, Topic still reacted, stretched and staggered towards the mouse. The mouse decided to retreat under the cupboard and eat later.
Tema laid down, not reaching the cupboard, folded his paws under himself, and dozed off even while his grandfather was mumbling and drinking cold coffee. Topic didn't like hot coffee.
The master finished his meal and from frustration lay down to measure his blood pressure, Tema immediately crouched at his feet in a thick woolen sock.
The vole looked around and went to nibble on some dry food, the TV was blaring and she didn't even notice the saucer covering her.
Grandfather, without putting on his shoes, caught the mouse, but it seemed to him that it never stopped eating while in the plate.
Topic became animated, and what will grandfather do next.
Crowding the cat with obscene words, Grandpa put on his shoes and set the saucer-covered plate out on the porch.
- May magpies eat you! - grumbled grandfather. - And you, you pissed-up major, not Tema! I'm catching mice for you now, your insolent face! Until I wash the plates, I won't give you food.
Theoma watched indifferently from the back of the sofa through the window. The magpies from the trees flew closer, the saucer tipped over, the vole was on the spacious porch.
Where's she going now?
Who's gonna let her in a mink?! And such a fatty can't get into an ordinary mink, and to dig her own, so they'll really eat her in the wild....
Moushilda went to the wall, as there are few loopholes in a wooden house. She was out of sight, but the magpies had gotten bolder now that the man was gone, and they plundered the food that had been left behind.
At such a noise and smell came a terrible neighbor's cat, a natural bandit on free-range, but did not catch anyone, picked up the remains of wet whiskas smeared on the floor, looked sternly at the major, and marked the pillar supporting the roof of the porch. Sparrows chirped on a huge hawthorn bush, telling everyone what had happened this morning. The bush was thorny, higher than the roof of the barn - the cat couldn't reach it.
Theoma snorted, turned his ass toward the vagrant, and shook his tail, marking the curtain.
A major is a major in the village. And now the dry food will be fresh, and Lyalyushka the mouse will like it.
***
In the morning, as it was customary, Topic accompanied his grandfather to the kitchen. Of course, the plates for the cat should be sterile, or else a mouse might bring some contagion. Tema got used to it, because all two-legged people have funny things in their heads.
Sparrows were chirping outside the window, waiting for wheat. One of them was guarding the flock while they pecked, and then another party replaced those who had eaten enough. Everything was in order.
The magpies don't come in while the owner is milling around in the kitchen, but if he has guests, they will surely shout that someone else is coming.
We've had our fun, and that's it.
Tema proudly led his master into the hut. His tail was tucked up, the wool on his thighs tumbling, and suddenly stop! He almost got a kick on the way.
A mouse!
Tema saw that it was a mouse and let his master go ahead. Lyalyushka calmly crunched kittyket, wet food is not serious for rodents.
Well, there's no need to yell that he's a kusyukin cat, a pisser and a major, he can only bite his daddy, and he's scared of a mouse.
Nothing frightened, Lyalyushka, who else will feed....
But then the mouse realized that the grandfather should be feared, so he directly said that he would kill next time.
What's what?
With the same slipper.
While Grandpa's hands were busy, the little mouse ran under the cupboard. Perhaps we should be more nimble and careful.....
And what about Tema?
Who will he play with at night?
The owner got mad, he reminded the cat of everything.
Tema only wondered in response:
- Oom-moom-mr....
- So much for mome, you silly little mooch.
So they bickered, old and young, then the TV show started, then dinner, and grandfather liked to read. And when he wore glasses, he saw and noticed everything, and again he scolded Tema.
Lyalyushka was tired of listening, she went to eat some breadcrumbs, especially the smell in the house was nourishing, how could she resist.
Tema hung his head and watched her indifferently.
Grandfather put the book aside and asked:
- How long will this outrage continue, Tema, you kusyukin cat!
- Myrk-myk," the cat mumbled and moved slightly away from the edge of the bed.
The mouse continued to crunch.
Grandfather squatted down beside her, she glanced at him, but did not stop eating.
"I can see that something is wrong with the mouse... Maybe that's why the cat shuns it and doesn't touch it? - Grandfather thought and swatted the insolent mouse three times with his slipper. - Well, not enough that more mice on my pillow slept ..." - he justified himself, but he still felt bad. After all, he had killed...
What was there to do?