some home mystique took me to a kiosk a friend, she’s in the next worked And here in one of the nights we were on the same shift, December, frost on the street Stand, smoke, and suddenly we hear the beeping, ringing like the sound on the frost froze and then crashed Going to see, and there, around the corner from where squeak was heard, three kittens running Well, we are compassionate, fed them than I could the old rags left and So it happened, as our change so run, and worked day by day Over time, the two kittens to attach managed, painfully beautiful was But the third most common tabby kitten to Take this stripy miracle in a hostel, I could not, it was decided to take him home to the village Against Moti, called the kitten, my mom was determined to Remove the boy’s ass out of the house! With mom they are each other’s disliked, but the harsh nature of the cat’s mother was respected But not only this, over time, matured and zamaterevshy Motya began to fear all the yard dog When he went out into the yard, and suddenly swooped a pack of stray dogs, Motya even didn’t run anywhere, he just looked at them, and the dogs retreated… These cats I have never met And somehow our mother was very sick was in the hospital, home for the weekend just released was Supposed to do her surgery, the doctors gave a disappointing Outlook And, as I remember, Saturday was, we were sitting at home, in the room: me, mom, sister, talking about this and that… And suddenly, for no reason, no reason, begins to move the carriage, you know, used these strollers for dolls was, as real now and we have this from childhood remained, standing in a room covered with a blanket Stroller this just jumping up and down, as if someone was swinging, and then did the plaid on her bladder began to swell… swell, descend, and so a few times And we sit and watch as hypnotized And smell like medicine is something like bleach And stronger, overwhelming. All of our cats ran away in the corners of All except the mochi He slowly approached the raging wheelchair, some time looked at her, and suddenly began to beat on her paws, one, two, three… I don’t know how much time has passed, and I’ve watched, from strollers need to get rid of Grabbed her, and threw the door to the street, fortunately we lived on the land the street was the same in December the weather is like that day when we found Motya, however, more snow fell Motya immediately asked for the street in the Morning the carriage stood still, I can’t found From the stroller into the woods were the tracks in one direction… cat, normal but very deep, like a cat on something… Mom then quickly went to the amendment, even the surgery had to do And Motya never came back But I still remember the look on his face when he was beaten on the chair, as if fighting for life and death…