We decided to go with my beloved, and she took her cat to the new apartment. And cats they are such, wayward. Of course, he did not recognize me. I am too, but who cares? And, since, to live together, it was necessary to somehow make friends with him. And this was how it was.
The first day. It is not given on the hands, when trying to take it and press it towards himself, yelling and hits. Magsed in shoes. They were not allowed to punish - he is the animal, does not understand what he does (he understands, at least, her shoes from mine know how to distinguish).
Day Three. I thought if I feed it, he would become kinder to me (when will I mature?!). Put food, called. He came, walked, when he was trying to stroke him, bubbled with a clawed paw and hurt. Love him.
Fifth day. The cat, it seems, stopped running away every time I approach less than the meter. This is progress. However, it periodically makes his business in the toilet past the tray. It is necessary to clean me. But if I scream, I also clean too. The world is cruel and unfair.
Ninth day. On the street is cold and strong wind. The cat sits on the window and looks like the wind chases leaves and packages. I stand with him.
Eleventh day. From nothing to make the cat is engaged in what makes all the cats, when they have nothing to do. No, with him I did not. But still fascinates.
Thirteenth day. The cat stopped shaking. I tried to take it on my hands. Magsed in sneakers. (He me). Love him.
Twentieth day. I woke up at five in the morning from the fact that the cat jumped from the cabinet to me and went under the blanket to his beloved. I do not always love it.
Day twenty-sixth. I work at the computer, the cat sits near and looks at me. At one point I turned away, and he jumped on the table, tilting hot tea on the keyboard and to my feet. They were not allowed again, he did not understand what he was doing. I can not throw out the word "castration" from my head. Love is a complicated feeling.
Thirty-third day. Sick. The cat came and went about the head. It's amazing how easily at one moment you can forgive someone (whether the cat forgave me - I have no idea)
Day forty. Bought a laser pointer. Broke a vase with a cat. It was funny.
Fiftieth day. Cold May, batteries turned off. I am writing this text, he is on my knees. Love him.
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