Chapter thirteen. Quest

The morning began with squeals, growls and snorts. Irene did not yet understand what was the matter, but she did not want to open her eyes: her pets did not share something. In all this grumbling, the voice of the Cat was clearly heard, so let him figure it out.

At least another twenty minutes, Irene moaned mentally. Yesterday sucked all the juices: the body looked like cotton wool, but today is a quest.

Irene became ill. And then something stirred in her hair. In the first second, of course, she was frightened and jumped up, but when she saw the sleepy Sweetheart on the pillow, she...