cat

I live in the most ordinary one-room apartment of the most ordinary provincial town. Not the most outstand, but also there is no place to go. There are no girls, there are few friends, and they rather have friends and familiar. The only best friend, perhaps, became my cat. Someone may consider that it is regrettable, but it is so, and I didn't want to change anything. The cat was old, the other day he was already an eighteen full years. We made modestly for this date - he is a delicious "whisase", I am a bottle of cheap beer. Somehow it was necessary that I melded my pet just - the cat. A long time ago I tried to give him a nickname, but the kitten's face took such a well-known self-known expression, only when it was magnified by a cat, and in no way. One way or another, but we passed through the cat through many troubles, and he understood me, it seemed to be with a half-clow, not to say, from half a preview. Basically about him and it will be discussed further. I returned home from work in the evening. I worked then, by the way, the work was a woven with a parking lot - the work is simple, but I had to sit down a pants in the wagon of a day after a day, as it was all two. In my pocket, I had a bag of catfish, the rain was even not like from the bucket, but rather as from a variety of firefighters, so on the way I stretch like a dog and a profog. Going into the entrance, trembling from the cold, I opened the castle and entered the house. As I remember: the first thing I was struck - silence. Usually my arrival after the night of the absence is marked with joyful meow and jumping fluffy lump from the cabinet to me on the shoulders. Now - nothing. Only police siren howls on the street. Successfully trying to drive bad thoughts, I went to the only room. Think, sleeping, maybe an animal. No one. With a heavy heart, I passed on the kitchen and saw a cat, unnaturally splashing in the corner under the table. Locking a few furniture, I rushed to him in the hope that this is a new game, and the cat is now jumping up, giving me a triumphant look: "Yeah, scared!". But no. When I raised the fluffy calze, his head was lit. Dead. I fell on my knees and buried. No, I have never been particularly tearful. When my father was gone - I did not cry. When I was fired from work - I did not cry. But now I was sitting on my knees and sobbed a vanity, like a small child, a fishing dead cat like a baby. I do not remember how much I sat so much. After some time, I was turned off, I took a shovel, an old box from under the shoes and went to bury my best and only friend. I lived on the outskirts itself, so I didn't have to go long before the forest bel. Summary a little grave, I put a cat there. By building something like a small cross from the twigs and putting the grave with stones, I was shoved home. There I, without undressing, fell into bed and fell asleep with a restless sleep. I remember, I woke up several times during the night and felt as if next to me, as before, I slept curled the cat. But once over time, when the dream went, I felt emptiness near, and my heart was compressed from the unbearable pain of loss. Waking up in the morning, I heard a lightweight cocan in the corridor. So the steps of my cat sounded when he walked along the bare floor. Coc Coc Coc, small tree claws. Цок-цок-цок. I got used to the cat, turned over on the other side, and suddenly I was a fucking chills. I buried him yesterday! Running from bed, with a mixed feeling of joy and horror, I rushed into the corridor. No one. It can be surprised how much the loss of a pet has affected me. But the cat was not a simple pet. He was my friend. The next day I spent, mildly stirre into the TV. Under the evening went down to the store, I bought a bottle of cheap vodka there and drank it alone, as if a friend of the left friend. When the transmissions were changed by white noise, I turned off the TV and moved toward the bed. Understanding the pants, I was already ready to dive under a warm blanket, as suddenly heard a quiet meow. Along the spine ran a trickle of cold sweat. The door is closed, windows and windows, too, in view of the vigor of weather. So, the street koshak could not penetrate me. I went to the switch to the switch. Click. The light bulb illuminated the room, leaving long shadow in the corners. Again anyone. After putting on Painted Vodka, I extended my hand to turn off the light, as suddenly saw a characteristic glitter of cat eye in the corner, reflected a ray of light. This is where I was paralyzed. Forgetting to breathe, I looked into the burning cat's eyes in the corner. When the lungs began to burn from the lack of air, a satisfied cat was heard rumbling and shine disappeared, as if the cat had an invisible cat turned his head from the light or just closed his eyes. I stretched a trembling hand for a flashlight, which I keep near the switch in the case of interruptions with the light, which in our area is not uncommon. Fasting a smooth plastic handle, I clicked with a button, and the light beam hit an angle, running shadows. Drawing up my timid hopes to see in the corner a street cat, the beam snatched the old shapper wallpaper, the edge of the sofa ... and nothing else. Quietly pulling out, I turned off the flashlight. I slept this night with the light. Not once and not two of the corridor and dark corners came the cat rumbling and a light knuckled paw. A few hours later I, finally exhausing from fear, fell asleep. I woke up under the trill alarm clock with a strange sense of peace. Why? Probably from the purr and because I automatically stroke the warm feline side. To say that I discouraged my eyes - it means nothing to say. I pushed them. And I saw that I stroke the emptiness. I was ready to swear that a couple of seconds ago felt under the fingers a soft silk wool. I felt like it raises and falls with my breathing side. And now - emptiness. Touching to bedspread, I pulled out my hand. The bedspread was cold. No, not cold. Ice. As if I put a package with ice. With strange calm, I got up, called the boss and took the hospital. As soon as the tube touched the lever, I flew the bullet from the apartment, hardly locked the door behind you. And this, perhaps, was my fatal mistake. Stretching several hours in the city, I began to try to think logically. He even pushed himself a long significant speech about the dangers of alcohol and nervous breakdowns, which was caught by a wary view of some elderly woman, having hurried to speed up a step to quickly with a strange type. And now happened - I am calm. Firmly resolve to enter the apartment and sighing in it every corner melted in front of her, the closer I approached the house. Going to the door, I noticed that she is ajar - and right, I do not locate her when I was sluggly. Having made a deep breath, I opened the door and took a step inside. The case was already by the night - yes, it was as much time I tried to convince myself to enter my own apartment, wreaty circles around the city. The corridor was dark, but from under the door the room was knocked out a thin ray of light. There were steps and obviously human whisper. Thieves! I backed up, Upovaya, so that the old floorings did not squeeze me. I will choose, I'll call the police from the neighbors ... But, as they say, you will remember the damn ... The damned floorboard made a loud vague creak. The door immediately opened, and a strong male hand dragged me into the room. I have nothing to steal, but for drug addicts any coin on the account. Namely as drug addicts I have identified two men who turn my cozy once room upside down. Dergal movements, exhausted faces, but at the same time the desperate power of the rat, drove into the angle. One of them clapped my mouth, putting my kitchen knife to the carotid artery, and the second was looking for valuable things. - Where do you hold money, bitch? - The knife dug into the skin, leaving a shallow while scratching. "Kill him and help him," the second crushed, not stopping to throw out the contents of the cabinet to the floor. I confess, I did not have time to get frightened. Yes, and a cowardly never was: to die, so on male, without tears and plea. At this point, I noticed a strange chain in the darkness on the closet. As if the shadows thickened and formed a small fluffy taurus. Two feline eyes flashed. It was possible ... not a rumbling, but as if a quiet roar, which usually publish street cats usually ready for a fight. Throw. The cote of the cord fell on the head of the drug addict and the piping of the paw resilted the throat. Jump with a limp body in my face. I was mechanically clogged, I felt a face touch of wool, and a drug addict, holding a knife, silently settles to the ground. Fearing to move, I stood in the middle of the room, climbed, and there were two bodies around me with blood and the soft steps of the creature were heard that once my cat. A satisfied rumbling was heard, and a cat fell about my leg. Having gathered with the Spirit, I opened my eyes. The thieves were in place - here one tries to clamp a ribbon wound in her cute hands, that's the body's body ... And the head ... The head of a man who threatened me with a knife, lay about meter from his body. But the creatures that made such with two adult men, there was no way, and only the edge of the eyes I managed to notice the shine. As if someone winks to me from the shadow behind the cabinet. I will not go into details, as I got rid of the two dead in the apartment. I just say that the neighbors I have decent people who hold the principle of "My Hut with the Edge". Two days later, putting in the apartment order, I sat on the sofa, looking at some stupid show on TV. In one hand I had a bottle of beer, and the other I stroked the cold side of a rather crop cat. Cat, who appeared from the events in the evenings, and in the shadow left the dawn.xxxxx