The cat sat on Custers's shoulder all the way home. Well, how did you sit? He stomped, moving from his right shoulder to his left, obviously he could not decide which of them was better. At the same time, the cat meowed, meowed, purred and waved his bald tail in front of his lordship's nose. Persuasion, he ignored the threats answered contemptuously: 'Me!'

“Wait, lad, when we get to Aola, I’ll tell her everything.”

- Mmee?

- No, not today, - Cas habitually brushed off the tail. -- It's already late. Let's have dinner, sleep and go to your mistress.

- Moore?

- Eka, you perked up, brother, when the...