Decided to share. There is a cat, there is a dacha from the parents. There is a vacation.
In the summer, parents dug off to travel, and we decided to hang out at the cottage for a week or two.
The cat in the country house for the first time, at first a little bit from the variety of the universe, but on the first evening he brought a mouse. Alive. Funky.
Intact. The scar on the tail, but clearly old.
He used to own domestic rats and love for tailed rodents in stock.
Kotu said the animal instincts to control, the mouse gave a piece of bread and let go. It seems to be all razrulilos. But.
Tomorrow evening, the cat appears with the same - on the tail can be seen - with the mouse. Gave some cheese, although it is impossible for them. The mouse ran away.
This story was repeated every night. The cat brings the same mouse, it is fed, it runs away.
And then the vacation was over, we went with the cat. I hope the mouse is fine
