pad.
* * *
Miledi which was put
off my knees suspected me of that fact I was going to get rid of it and fondle
Pyatnyshko, which was sitting nearby and was gnawing chicken bones. She came up
to him, stamped her left foreleg (I am not joking), and having raised her head
glaringly, she began to mew violently with roulades. It could be possible to
charge by her inflection: "Just try to come up to this man- I will pull your
head away!" After that she moved her tail sharply and withdrew. And it looked as
if he understood! During that evening he did not come up to me and did not let
stroke him.
* * *
When I came back from
cats in the evenings, all company always accompanied me almost up to my
house
* * *
Cats understand subtly
inflexions of voice. When I cut my finger against the corner of the brick wall
and swore in a whisper, Miledi looked at me in fright, jumped off my knees and
ran off for respectable distance.
* * *
Tigra has quiet an
interesting manner to attack. Usually cats arch their backs up arid spit. Tigra
on the contrary arches her" back down, conies up to a dog silently, without any
haste, weltering, and stroke the dog s muzzle with her pads. It is typical that
there is nothing of thoughtless heroism in the behaviour of Tigra. She does not
approach to dogs which are like calves in size.
* * *
Cats also like music.
And certainly each of them has its preferences. I played through all repertory
of my mobile telephone from mere curiosity. The most emotional listener was
Megera. She liked soundtrack from the French film "The seventh target" very much
(sentimental
