History of a cat with multi-colored eyes

Yes, our family loves cats. He loves dogs, too. And in general, we are not indifferent to the flora and fauna. But it so happened that after moving to a new apartment, we did not have a single four-legged friend. Therefore, without thinking for a long time, we went to the city market on one of Sunday days and bought, for a symbolic price, a kitten, or rather a kitty, to which the child was little more than one month old. Breed, from her, no one did not smell, but she did not take away the originality. She was a true blonde, in cat's guise - white and white, like a piece of the approaching Siberian winter. But the most amazing were her eyes. One was emerald green, and the other was blue. This defect, in fact, was some kind of its charm, its visiting card in this diverse cat world. Of course, we can not describe all the joys that we acquired with its acquisition. A little kitten is something! This creature, in the intervals between sleep and food, had to constantly play something. Balls, papers, pencils and all moving objects became objects of her games and sudden attacks. Every day for this creature - was the discovery of something new and interesting. Even the process of eating for her was more a game than a meal. I should have seen her first acquaintance with a saucer filled with milk! Clumsily buried in the milk of his nose and, not knowing what was required of her, nearly choked. Chihaya and wiping the smeared face with paws, she jumped from the saucer. Then, recovering from the first fear, she bravely walked to the saucer again and, initially touching the surface of milk with one paw and licking it, she began, at last, cautiously and clumsily to lap.

In connection with the fact that, among other things, how to play and eat, she devoted a significant part of her life to a dream, we, without further ado, called her Sonya.

Experience in the maintenance of cats we already had before and, comparing it with other former cats, immediately struck - stubbornness and courage. Obstinacy manifested itself in her unwillingness to accustom herself to the toilet. For a great need she quickly learned to walk in her trough, but on a small - the place chose herself and, more often than not, it was the corner of the carpet in the hall. And what we just did not do, the situation could not be rectified.

Sometimes (often this can not be done), we bathed her, so that her white fur had a fitting neat appearance. This, too, had to be seen! The very process of bathing, of course, like the entire cat breed, did not give her much pleasure. But it was very interesting to walk on warm water. Shaking alternately paws, Sonya paced the bathroom. And when the cat was pulled out after bathing and instead of a white fluffy lump, there appeared a sort of wet cat skeleton - from laughter it was impossible to resist. There was no limit to her dissatisfaction, she snorted, constantly licked and shook off the remnants of the water. And when they tried to brush her with a brush, she took all her anger out on her.

In the character of Sonya there was also such a feature - she did not like to give herself offense. It was worth it, just joking, slapping her hand or pushing her foot, she immediately overtook the offender, no matter how he tried to hide from her, beat him with his paw or lightly nibble at accessible seats and only after that, walked proudly and unhurriedly away.

The ability to hide from her was unmatched. One day furniture was brought into the apartment, and we lived on the fourth floor, the door was constantly open and when the loaders left, we found Sonya's loss. Where did not they look for her? We ransacked the whole apartment, called her, examined the entire entrance, the neighborhood of the house. Everything was useless. And only after a long time suddenly heard the long-awaited "Meow" under the couch, in which we often looked in the search. And she, all this time, was hiding there from strangers and tired, she nipped there for a long time ...

Once we took her with us on a very long trip by car. For one day we covered about 1000 km. She passed the journey, surprisingly, very well. I sat in a special basket and, all the way, did not give any signs of life. Only sometimes, stopping for a rest, we pulled it out, to cope with small needs. On a visit to where we arrived, there was an adult, but a small decorative dog that is tough and bold in nature and does not let even large dogs down. But when Sonya got out of the basket and they collided nose to nose, the confrontation was in favor of the cat. The result: a bold attack Sonya and a cowardly escape into another room doggies.

As she did not restrain herself, we nevertheless taught her to walk on a leash like a dog, remembering that we often traveled, on nature, and the cat often had to take with her.

At our next outing on the nature we lost Sonya. It was on the bank of a big river, near a pine forest and somewhere in the distance - a holiday village. Two days we rested here. The first night she was with us. I walked next to the car, chased butterflies and got acquainted with the local color. And on the second day, when it was necessary to leave - suddenly disappeared. We searched for a long time, but the search was not successful. I had to leave without her. We came to this place in a week, specially. Useless.

And for a long time her multi-colored eyes were still in memory - one green, and the other blue ...

And it's time to put a point in this story, but no. Autumn, winter, spring and the next summer we came to the same place. And what was our shock when, just getting out of the car, we heard a loud meow, and out of the coastal reeds came out a large white cat. Sonia! Sonia! And the cat with loud meowing ran up to us and began to rub it gently. At close examination it was a big, well-groomed, young cat. His eyes were one - bright yellow. For two days the cat was walking near our camp, willingly took food from our hands, and when we left, it disappeared, as it faded into the water, leaving behind a riddle uncovered. What was that? And is not it a descendant of our Sonya?