Meet my dear Masi

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I'll tell you about the cat that we found in the autumn on the street. She was small, hungry and crying, so plaintive that I immediately brought her home, fed her, warmed her. And she gave the name - Masya.
Now Masya grew up, turned into a beautiful cat with green eyes. And with the character)))

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Firstly, she is a kleptomaniac. Steals everything. Pencils, pens - this in itself. My entire office must be securely hidden. Washcloths and napkins for wiping the table from the kitchen. And do not play with them. Just steals and hides under the table or throws in the middle of the kitchen.

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Vials with drops for the eyes or nose, too, can not be left unattended - they will be found and pulled. In short, everything that can be carried away takes. Sometimes, before my eyes, sits down on my hands, then I stretch out my paw, pulls the handle off the table or starts chewing the rubber on the end of the pencil. Or rises to the kitchen table and is busy head to the sink - she, you see, needs a sponge :))

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Secondly, the attitude towards food. Watching Masha eat, it's very scary - with such speed, afraid that now she will take all this wealth, almost choking. When I give chopped chicken necks, drag them to the kitchen corner (so no one shoots, but not otherwise :)) And there he growls and crunches. While food is served in a bowl, Masyu can be heard, probably, to all neighbors on several floors above. He's hanging on his hind legs, almost jumping on the table. It seems that the animal has never been fed. Friends who are with us all the time, have become accustomed to this spectacle, but in an unprepared person it causes a nervous shock :)))

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Thirdly, Masya is omnipresent - literally wherever you look, there she is. Due to its thinness and incredible sneakiness, it climbs everywhere, where it is possible and where it is impossible. In the pantry, to pour out of her all the packages, for the bed, to get the dust out (for this, of course, thanks to her, for no one broom is missing :)), at the computer desk, to pick one's wires, to the closet, jumping from there, folding a large ceramic cat to split it into smithereens. And stuff, etc., etc. ...

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Fourthly, Msia stubbornly does not want to adhere to the daily routine :) Cats eventually get used to live as owners, well, we, at least, so. That is, we go to bed and they are asleep. I wake up and it's time for breakfast. But it's not for Masi :) At eleven o'clock in the evening he starts the fun itself - it's worn like a sting. When the lights go out and we lay down, she starts to crawl behind the bed, something to rattle and sneeze.

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Then he climbs out from there through the nightstand, almost collapsing a glass of water, sweeping along the bed, not embarrassed by the fact that people lie on it and try to fall asleep. Then he finds somewhere in the apartment some lid, brings her to the bedroom, as if to play more nowhere, and starts shoving into my sneakers. And stuffing it, picking it, and then pushing it again, and picking it out again.

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In general, a hundred rubles a loss, not a cat :) And despite everything, I love her very much :) She is cheerful. And affectionate, and kind :)

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And she also discovered a bath :) What a pleasure to slap on wet, I do not know. But she sits there regularly. He tries to get into the drum of the washing machine. And yesterday I found out how fun it is to play with a trickle of water :) True, apparently, she thinks it's a rope :)) Because she tries to grab her teeth :)) The nose and mouth get water, Masya sneezes, coughs , but continues to bite the "rope" and "pull" her paw. And all this is done with a serious face :)) As a result, the whole floor is flooded with water, the machine is also in the water, the cat is wet and resists when I pull it from the bath, and I burst with laughter :)))

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