A family without a dog and a cat is incomplete.
A person's life is inconceivable without pets. A cow, a horse, sheep, goats. .. Every creature in a couple before the flood was taken by people into their ark. Do not forget the dog and the cat. .. How do urban people live without a cow and a horse? Damnable creatures Well, the wealthy - these from the paunch are engaged in horses. ..
But the majority of their poverty adds to the lack of contact with these noble animals, whom Jonathan Swift in his satirical "Gulliver's Travels" portrayed by reasonable guingms. And people Swift gave the image of dirty and immoral yehu. Katya seriously requires us to buy Lena and a horse and keep her in the bathroom: "I'll wash it and wash it there."Yeah, just in our nine-storey buildings only hold horses. .. But without dogs and cats, many people still do not think of themselves. Given that in urban conditions, dogs and cats are mostly useless. What kind of phenomenon is this?. . It is difficult to find another explanation, except that the function of both dogs and cats is communication. They, unlike neighbors, are always sincerely glad to us. Fuss, play, weasel - the best psychotherapy.
Animals delight their intellect. It only seemed to some physiologists that animals have only reflexes. What reflexes can explain that Gela understands the direction of the index finger? Go there - I show, and Gela goes "there".Go to the kitchen and go to the kitchen. Where is Lena? Where is Katya?- Gela pokes his nose in Lena and Katya. Sitting and serving are like sounding words, but Gela elementary differentiates them. And if you suddenly sit on the command "to serve" erroneously, then, "coming to your senses", instantly jumps up and gets on your hind legs - after all, a delicacy, and most importantly, our attention is very important for her. If, by opening the door from the outside, we see that Gela is crouching and looking underfoot, we are looking for what it was she did wrong. .. And if someone approaches the car without noticing her in the cabin, and then leaves, hearing her menacing roar, she proudly looks at us - fulfilled her military duty - and is happy with the award in the form of "good, good."We are going to go - Gela does not leave the car, is afraid that we will not take it, and tries to sit down in his place in the car first.
When we say: "Gela, walk" - Gela immediately shakes. She perfectly understands the difference between "come here" and "get out of here."No, citizens, this is not an emotion reaction. I spoke gently and quietly, "get out of here," and Gela, with an offended "face," walked slowly "from here".This is an understanding of the meaning of the word with its sound composition.
And how do you like that? We are in Moscow, we are with my mother-in-law, we are in the village, we are at the dacha. It's different houses, different doors. But if I say: "Gela, home" - Gela goes home, wherever we are. But this is already a concept. The generalized concept of "home" - and the doors and buildings are different. I do not know how you are, but I am amazed by her wit. How is it for you? Gela realized that if she lay down on the team, then she would have a treat. That is, Skinner's one-time reflex was developed. But why wait for the team and go to bed? You can just lie down and look into your eyes: "Give me a treat, I've already laid down without your team."This, I'm sorry, Gela is developing a conditioned operant reflex: "I fulfilled what you need, - this is the team" give a treat ", give a treat - I will support this your action by the fact that next time I will fulfill your whim."
Intelligence, real intelligence. .. So when Gele was vaccinated against rabies and she had an excessive reaction( she was lying in bed and barely raising her head), I lay down beside her on the floor, stroking her, persuading her. This psychotherapy acted on her. She was recovering before her eyes. And one day, when we were looking out for a summer residence, Gela, in the youth of her years, fell into a ditch with liquid mud. It began to suck, I was in a suit, and rushed into this ditch. Gel saved, but the costume died.
We named our Rottweiler Gela, because she is black, devil, cheat, because Gela has Bulgakov in "Master and Margarita", and because it is conveniently pronounced, and because no one has such a nickname, and because the mother hasher Hera. ..
Cat is a completely different story. Although she does not have a nickname, he is for us "XSX". .. but she is even more important than Gela. Of course, our cat can jump on the table only in our absence, and the act is punishable, but it is impossible to jump onto the arms, on the couch and even on the bed - this gel can not be, but it can. The relationship between them is the same. When we are not there, the cat sleeps peacefully, settling itself between the legs of the sleeping Gela. But if I say "can not" to Gele,;the cat punishes Gel with the paw "on the face".If I say to the cat "shave," Gela rushes to punish the cat.
Our cat is almost a dog. The cat accompanies the pro;crockery in the country and in our small village Bolshaya Ryabaia - like Gela, goes near and does not lag behind. And at home waiting at the door and, seeing us from afar, runs to us skipping.
In Big Fang, we bought, in addition to the family house, a shantytown with a plot, for younger guests. There were mice in the shack. To protect against them, we gave our guests a cat. She drank milk, spent the night and at the dawn ran to us, home. .. through the whole village. Even during the rut she returns home all the time.
Once our cat, as usual, went with us for a walk. We came back from the other end of the village. Near one of the houses was a dog sitting on a leash. Geluto our cat pawed. But Babe - that's the name of the neighbor's dog - is quite another matter. The cat was taking care of the Baby and did not go with us. And she went back. But we did not follow her either - we did not calculate her skills. As a result, the cat lost its way and did not return even in the morning. We were alarmed, went around the whole village and the district, but did not find it. She returned only after two days. In the straw, in the fluff. Katya immediately ate it, gave it milk. The cat buried her hand, thankful, in Katina's hand. Writer Ilya Ehrenburg, as he said about himself, that he is not like a cat, but as a dog, gets used to people instead of to the place. Or our cat is not a cat, but she got used to us, and the place for her was not so important, if only we were with her. Tempting us, she, like many cats, brought us mice to the doorstep. And one day with a mouse in the mouth jumped from the street into the house through the window. We do not forget this fortress, because it is unforgettable.
Yes, she loved us, and we loved her. It was family love. It's about her that we wrote with Katya a poem with lines:
The cat thinks: "Who is there Pries to my cats?"
Was - because our cat died tragically. We took her from our apartment with my mother-in-law to our apartment, from there to the little Big Pock, and then we were brought to a dacha under construction in a garden association near Moscow. The cat regularly wore mice here. But in the garden association was the yard dog Jack. Jack as "Jack", barked, met and escorted us, he did not like us, but did not cause much indignation. Now I can not stand him. Because he killed our cat during her night hunting. And on our site - how did he dare to come to us? Gela meanwhile slept quietly in the farmhouse and did not even wake up. The cat did not come in the morning, as usual, with her trophy mouse. She disappeared, and we waited and looked for her. And then came across in the middle of the site on her already stiffened corpse. I called Lena, showed her the cat. Tears gushed from her eyes, but it was impossible to cry, it was necessary to hide what had happened from the three-year-old Katya. While Lena somehow distracted Katya, I performed my family duty in front of the cat - I made a coffin out of the box, buried it, poured a grave mound, made a semblance of a gravestone, so that Lena and I could bow to him. I then even remembered the phrase from Marquez: the homeland is where the relatives are buried. But we tried not to hurt Katya. We told her: Well, she came back to us in Big Pock, and will return right now. And at the very souls, "the cats are scrubbed."
I am an unbeliever and certainly not superstitious. But our cat "returned" to us. It was black, like the night that we left. And here is the mysticism, directly connected with the black cat. We went once in Moscow to a specialized sports goods store. I did a good deed - by my initiative I took our close relatives Sveta Korobkova, the future figure skating champion, and her mother - my mother-in-law for their needs in this store. And suddenly - literally our cat is running. He runs after another cat, obviously not ours, red and ripped. Lena and I flinched. Then it turned out that this cat, but in size and image - this is our cat, revived for us. Katya all was presented this way: the cat hid in the trunk of our car and jumped out of it when she saw the red sister. Kitty now lives with us, he is even more affectionate, but the same thief as his predecessor. If you look very closely, then the expression of his "face" - it's for us again the same person, of course - a little bit different. But it if very much to get accustomed. And now everything is the same. And the look is the same, and the eyes are bright green bright. It's worth waking up to one of us, the cat comes and purrs. Never once did not piss off.
In our family to the dog and cat personal attitude. I'm serious about the expression on Gela's face. Katya made a cottage for a cat from a large box and slept with it. Without stretching, we can say that Gela and the cat are members of our family. We believe that the family is assembled only if the dog and cat are with us. And we always go together. And without a dog and a cat, the family is incomplete for us.