An ordinary story: about another cat Cats are accustomed to be the most popular story heroes in the Web. Probably the reason is that cats are unable to be insulted and they really don't care. Anyway, here is another cat story. When I was younger and lived at my parents' place, we never brought any cats home. But the cats were coming to us themselves, especially in Winter. And we could never turn them away for my parents lived at the very edge of the town. The houses are small here and have no warm basements. This cat turned up under our window on a January night. The animal was just crying and obviously it was about to die. Even doubled glass of the window could not muffle its awful screams. The temperature on that night was 35 degrees below zero. My father took the cat, fed it and gave it a place to live in the barn, with pigs. Though the barn was rather warm, we were sure that the cat would not survive. But it did. Yet in the Spring it walked in our yard as a landlady despite it had lost its ears. It appeared to be a she-cat and she has awfully fierce nature. She could not stand any patting and never purred. Also she hated children crying and hearing this sound she always tried to make them stop. She fought hounds and rats bravely and all the local little stupid dogs had to keep silence in presence of her. This cat was a nightmare for all other neighbor cats for she often deprived them their food. My father had some hard conversation because of this animal: people were complaining that the cat had been stealing cucumbers from their greenhouses. That was not a cat, that was a gloomy dark creature. She should be named "Disaster" but somehow her name would be "Солнышко" (Sunny). Do not ask why. The terrible this cat was, but its end was much more terrible. Finally she attacked our big chain dog and was tore up to the death during this crazy onslaught. Well... That's all, folks. Another cat story with no happy end.