A story about a cat

We are the happy owners of two wonderful pussies. One of them is a British breed, and the other is a simple kitty, but this is no less beloved. The British know their worth. When she comes to the dacha, her favorite hobby is neighbor cats, and there they are full. She is happy for everyone, and therefore, living in the country, we are always concerned about "building" the future offspring. But what to do, more nothing interests her. Mice she does not catch and, apparently, does not even understand what it is. The second kitty, Mussatka (so gently we call her), repeatedly brought "ready-made" mice for Nicole, put in front of her nose, but Nick proudly turned away the muzzle and went to eat cat's delicacies from cans. It is not possible to accustom Nika to mice ... But there is a lot of Muska, especially since we live in a country house near the forest, and there the mouse, shrews, moles - the sea. And that's what our Mousatka came up with. On Sunday we went to Moscow, and my grandmother stayed at the cottage with cats (I note that at the cottage we sleep on the second floor and grandmother on the first floor). As a youth, my grandmother lost his sense of smell, but more on that later. Arriving on Friday evening at the dacha, we entered the house and did not understand anything: there was some strange smell. After examining everything, they went up to the second floor and were stunned - each bed (and there were three of them) lay on a mouse corpse). The smell was - not to describe. We just flew down the stairs, somehow found the respirators in the shed (they in case of sprinkling of trees lie), and only then could they do the "cleaning". Moussatka watched the "ungrateful" cleaners mooing from under the respirator, how clever she was. We lay down to sleep in about three hours, until this terrible smell disappeared, and after this incident we call Musyshka the Mouse.