Long story short, there are cats in my backyard.
They like hanging out there and have sex sometimes.
As an unfortunate consequence, they have kittens.
Some of whitch are way too noisy day and night, but when you come bearing water and food to check if the poor thing is ok they hide in the basement.
At least the little bastard has water and something to eat, some people have already brought things (partly, perhaps in a vain hope the cutie would shut up XD). It doesn't.
Since the little one ran away from me, I've tried giving the cheese to the culprits of his existence -- the older fucks)) They looked wise and 'i-dont-give-a-fuck-ish' from far, laying in the grass, enjoying nice weather, but also ran away as I got closer. Oh well, that's smart, people are dangerous beasts, better not trust them too much.
So I left the cheese and went home. To continue listening to the complaints of the newcomer.
'Meaw! What the hell is going on? Why am I here? Why did my mother left? Meaw! This world sucks! Meaaaw!'
Meanwhile, I'm busy working, once a week -- going to the beach. Oh and heating up water on the stove since hot water in Kiev is cut off till mid-October(!) due to no Russian gas situation. This should be 'fun'. But whatever, at least nobody's bombing my house. Yet.
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