Especially he liked the leather straps - he chewed them almost to the ground ... Guinea pig Frosya Mitya let out for a walk on the sofa. She shamelessly put on her mother's evening dress, spread out right there. With Frossey, unfortunately, also had to say goodbye ...
"Enough!" Grow - yourself even though you crocodile! - sentenced my mother. At the end of November, my parents called Aunt Zina and happily reported that they bought "a miracle, a miracle and for only $ 700."
- The Don Sphinx. Exhibition class. True, the adult already. But such thoroughbred! In the evening we went to visit relatives. We were forced to wash our hands and led us solemnly into the room. On the pillow, something completely disgustingly disintegrated - either a large rat or a huge eared hamster. "It" jumped off the couch, hissed and clawed at Mom's leg with claws.
- How lovely! Muttered her mother. After many years, I realized that she had to praise this freak. Otherwise the vindictive aunt would not soon forgive her this oversight. Then it caused surprise ... The morning of December 31. Parents left to celebrate at the cottage. We stayed at home with my grandmother.
- And what do we put my father and mother under the tree? Mitya asked me. - Maybe we'll give them a beautiful kitten?
"Where do we get it?" - thoughtfully answered him.
- And I saw it on the trash! Such a fluffy, black. Not that aunt's a rat! I liked the idea, and we, without losing time, ran to the street. Near the trash was a cardboard box, covered with my woolen scarf, and a saucer from our tea set.
I looked threateningly at Mitka.
- So what? - sniffing his nose, said his brother. "I went to feed him here." You still do not wear a scarf, but he's cold ... The brother leaned over the improvised house and took out a kitten from there.
"What a pretty one!" I smiled.
"You see ... Take yourself, huh?" - With hope in the eyes said my brother.
At this time, the scarf stirred and from under it appeared another, already bright-red cat.
- And this one is also pretty! So which one do we still choose? I mused out loud.
"Let's both take them!" We'll give one to my mother, the other to my father, "his brother suggested. They hid the kittens under their jackets, so that my grandmother would not see them ahead of time, and only gathered to leave, as the heart-rendingly frightened "me-I-I-I-oo-ooo-oo-oo!" Something dirty white ran out in front of us ...
"It's probably their brother or sister ... How can I leave him here?" He will die of grief! - began to sniff Mitka's nose.
- Do you even understand that our parents will kill us for such a large number of cats? Big tears sprinkled from his brother's eyes.
- Okay, then give granny then ... In the evening we washed the desperately resisting fuzzy. And in the morning, while my parents were falling asleep after the New Year's party, I prepared a box, covered it with a beautiful velvet rag, to put the kittens there, and for a short time left the room. When she returned, Mitya had already clung to a huge bow from a multicolored foil.
- Mama! Dad! Granny! We want to give you presents! Wake up! - shouted his brother and skipped into the bedroom to tell parents "joyful" news. Mom untied the bow, and three frightened, filthy faces poked out of the box.
- What is it? Asked his mother warily.
- Gifts ... You're black, dad redheaded, and grandmother is white ...
His father was formed in half with laughter.
"Mitka, do you need to explain to me why they are so dirty?" I cried out.
- And I gave them a little Olivier, cut the cutlet and a bit of a slice ...
"Well, what can we do with all this goodness?" - Mother asked threateningly.
- Wash off Olivier, cutlet and cold for a start! His father laughed again.
"Maybe we'll leave one for ourselves." And the rest will take where they got it? Asked my mother.
"But they, poor ones, have no one but us!" - almost cried my brother. The final decision was made by the Pope:
- So, take your bundle of cats and carry them into the bathroom. Gifts can not be given!
I do not know how he persuaded my mother, but all three beautiful cats stayed with us. And the phrase "a bunch of cats" took root in our house ... My family and I met the New Year with our parents. The last came unmarried still Mitka and dragged a big box.
"What is it?" I asked cautiously.
- I've been thinking ... It's boring for our old men to sit around all day and buy ...
- Really again a bunch of cats?
He laughed loudly and did not answer.
"Mom, Dad, this is from you and my sister a surprise!" - And put a gift on the floor.
- We will see! Said his father, imprinting.
- Oh my God! Cried my mother.
From the box poked out the flattened muzzle of Pekingese. The puppy scrambled out of the shelter and immediately made a puddle on the carpet.
"It's good that Mitya did not guess this time putting Olivier, cutlet and chill in there," Mom smiled, taking the trembling puppy in her arms, and his father added:
- And that dogs do not sell beams!