My first cat Lapsik was very small when he came to my house.
He didn’t remember his mother.
We didn’t let him go outside.
We live on the 8th floor so there is nothing to see.
Perhaps this is why he decided that he is a human.
Neither cat nor kitten, but a real human.
However, it is obviously, because he was only surrounded by humans, by me, my wife and children.
He sat at the table with everybody, he used the toilet bowl, he slept in bed with us, he had his own plate for canned food and a cup for water, and he tried to read Hemingway.
Sometimes it seemed that Laspik smoked tobacco and didn’t mind to drink vodka.
All that reflected in his character.
Since he was a human, he obviously wanted to have full human rights.
Not to be chasten with a towel, not to be beaten with a slipper, to be permitted to go to the polls.
But once we brought a british cat Tufik.
That was a disaster.
At first Laspik just couldn’t understand who Tufik was.
Then he didn’t understand who he was himself.
When we explained to him that he was a cat he fell into a long depression.
We even gave him Phenazepamum.
Apparently any psychological transition is very traumatic for a cat’s conscience as well as human’s.
Autor Вячеслав Харченко
July 2017
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