– Hello! … When I turned around at the voice, I saw that an older woman was talking to me. From her face and the way she spoke, it was clear that she was slightly insane.
– Hello. Do you want something? – I answered.
– Take the sin on your soul!
With these words, she held out a small basket to my face and tucked away the handkerchief. Inside was a fluffy, meowing lump.
– I have nowhere to go,” I threw up my hands. – I added louder, in case she couldn’t hear well.
– Of course we don’t. He would sink, and I’m afraid,” she muttered, throwing the handkerchief back. I’ll give you a bottle of liquor or some money. I have something for a rainy day. Will you help me?
After thinking for a second (though I was hardly thinking at all at that moment), I put my hand into the basket and took out a kitten, wandered home…
– Why did you bring it? – My wife greeted me with these words, she did not even let me in the apartment.
– Well, let it live, why do you start?
– Where you took it, take it with you! – With these words she slammed the door in my face.
I put the kitten on my palm, deciding to look at this miracle at last. The baby opened its pink mouth and began to scream.
– Yeah, bro, you gave me trouble,” I scratched his ear and decided to feed him.
It was drizzling with a fine, November rain outside. I went to the nearest supermarket and bought kitten food. Picking up a sheet of cardboard, I dumped the food on it and while the kitty was eating, I pondered my next move. It occurred to me to leave it here for someone kind to pick up.
At that moment, to my right, some very “kind” schoolchildren started beating a flock of pigeons with sticks with laughter and frenzy. I looked to my left, a pack of undoubtedly “kind” but very hungry homeless dogs was trotting by the dumpster.
Tucking the baby under my coat, I went to the swing set right in front of our windows and went on strike. A couple of hours later, the phone rang. I answered the phone and heard the following.
– You have to vacuum every day! Do you hear me?
– Yeah.
– If I see one hair…
– I got it.
– Oh… – heavy sigh – Come on in!
Timothy the cat is four years old now, but he still sleeps on that old, worn-out coat I brought him in. He won’t accept any other bedding…
