Once upon a time there was читать дальшеa gorgeous cat, who was by the way a goddess, but let's return to the topic.
She considered a renewal of her lovely house and bought a beautiful, fashionable (but of doubtful usefulness) item.
Of course, it was pink.
And, of course, it was of the shape of a cat.
Imagine her absolutely rightful surprise, when the item, with a quite distinguished "puff!" sound, changed to a... cat. This time the very real one.
A strange visitor stood up on her feet and corrected the condition of her hairstyle, at the same time checking on the safety of her nails.
As she was so busy doing that, she didn't have time to introduce herself to the rightful owner of this house.
Not to mention that this owner was rightfully angry now.
"Who the h...l are you?!" She claimed an answer. "And where is my cat item?"
The uncalled guest finally paid her attention to the hostess.
"A cat item? Oh, you're a cat, too", she exclaimed in a slight surprise, almost equal to ignorance.
"I'm THE cat. The only must be cat in this house. So explain yourself, return me my furniture and get out of here". She thought for an instant. "No, just get out".
The guest sniffed. "Calm down, sister. I was sent here by Bastet. I am on your side. Your white side, ha-ha!"
She scarefully spread the hand, showing right the opposite: that the white is sometimes black. And with black humour.
The hostess, who was the goddess Bastet in flesh, didn't remember sending anyone to her house and ruining the furniture, but she found it very tiring to explain.
"OK. Fine. Stay. But return me my cat".
"Thank you!! So, peace?.."
Now it was the turn of Catty to sniff, but she finally gave her hand. In the end, after any cat fight there must come peace, because the two cats can always understand each other better, than to live like cat and dog.
*to be continued*