Но это же паста с форчана
Dvach Hello! Peel cool.
I live with my mother and we have a cat. This three-colored creature me and mom just got: it wildly Leon, the entire apartment in her fucking hair, on the chairs and sofas can not sit up, get up, and all the spin in the white hair. It constantly wants
eat and notify others loud, unpleasant meow which it may make absolutely no matter the time of day. And this creature eats only fish blue whiting, and the howling continues, despite the inability to buy
this fucking fish such as 6:00 am. Another is the creation mileyshee hates to eat from a bowl, or at least close to it. It is looking for the next carpet and drags a fish on it exactly where and devours rastakivaya around the carpet scraps and fish
head. This creature can not normally bury their shit in the tray. Instead, it acts as a groin, causing her to shit and cat filler pellets are almost evenly divided on the small
space toilet. In general, for me, as a person, cleanliness, cat - a fierce, crazy nightmare and I would long ago have fallen upon it if it were not for one thing. And this is the but - my mother, who constantly complains about the cat, but when I do
quite serious offers to euthanize the animal or give it somewhere, my mother no longer think his head and begins to bear nonsense like: "We are responsible for those who tamed", "It&#39;s an animal, it is not to blame, it is nothing
understand "and bring such compassionate women arguments. My mom even repeatedly swearing about it, but as you know, in the female head voice of reason prkaticheski unheard of raging hormonal cascades.
Today I had to go to urgent cases. After leaving my room, I felt a sharp, no incomparable aroma of cat urine. Reluctantly, I tried to find the source of this disgusting smell, whom were my two pairs of summer
shoes. It is hard to put into words my feelings. Realizing that because feline piss I seriously miss, shouting "Fu shit! Fu fuck!" and "You kapets, fucking thing!" I pounced on the "unfortunate" the animal.
At first I was chasing her around the apartment, chasing, hitting her in the face with a brazen fist and watched as she wildly myaucha escapes. Then, thinking that this is not enough, I raised it high above his head and threw it on the floor. This is also not led to
the desired result. Then, in a fit of righteous anger I began to strangle the bitch. I probably looked like the apostle Peter, for not even a cat scratching, although it is usually in the hands of a fucking take. When this vile garbage has almost ceased
twitch, I suddenly realized that if to strangle it will cause unnecessary suspicions and questions. Letting go of the cat, which is quite mad with fear huddled in some crevice in the balcony, I sat down, calmed down and started to think how to stage
accident. The idea did not come zamedlitelno: animal I decided to send flying from the balcony (9th floor), and my mom said that when thrashed her, she tried to run away from me on the balcony next door and got away.
No sooner said than done. Was found a thick rag and kitchen glove, that would get the creature out of the slot without fear for the integrity of his own skin. The creature has been removed from the slot and sent to his last flight. I called my mother at work and trembling voice, said that the cat got away.
However, this is a damn animal left alive, as miraculously fell through the tree to the ground, and not on the pavement where I was her methyl. I, at the request of my mother (well, not to palitsya) veterinarku took her to where I was told that she had not even broken bones, but there is a strong intracranial bleeding, and it will be possible to live. I pretended that he was glad of the news when he called my mom took more than suspicion from himself. But the cat did not died, so it was all in vain ... I am in mourning. ((