Slavaa, When he was little, he played with me, but was afraid of the vacuum cleaner... when I start vacuuming, he stretches his back like a hump, all his fur stands on end, and doesn't run away, but attacks... I washed him, I'll tear you apart... he lived to be 19... I feel sorry for Barsik...((
Slavaa, When he was little, he played with me, but he was afraid of the vacuum cleaner... When I start vacuuming, he'll hunch his back, his fur will stand on end, and he won't run away, but will attack... I'll tear you apart if I wash him... He lived to be 19... I feel sorry for Barsik...((
Mikhail, I had six of them. Some had short, bright lives - thromboembolism ate two. Some lived 10 years and were stolen, some were even eaten(!). Okay, enough of the lyrics. There hasn't been a kitten born yet that isn't afraid of the vacuum cleaner. To varying degrees, some would hide in terror anywhere, some would endure my vacuuming fur in horror). Now I have the seventh, as usual, a stray (I always get those). We'll see how it goes. So far, he's exterminated all the moles in the area. In the winter, he hangs out in the city. In the summer, he's a nightmare for mice at the estate. Cats are our everything.
Mikhail, I've had six of them. Some had short, flamboyant lives—thromboembolism claimed two. Some lived for 10 years and were stolen, some were even eaten (!). Okay, enough with the lyrics. There's never been a kitten born that wasn't terrified of the vacuum cleaner. To varying degrees, some hid in terror anywhere, some terrified of my vacuumed fur.
Now I'm on my seventh, as usual, a stray (I always get those). We'll see how it goes. So far, he's exterminated all the moles in the area. In the winter, he hangs out in the city. In the summer, he's a nightmare for mice in the estate. Cats are our everything.
Nevertheless, Russ, it's from a joke: a cat is terrified of the vacuum cleaner, but after the kitten was born, he started hiding from it behind the vacuum cleaner. In any case, the cat gets used to it and can tolerate the vacuum cleaner for some time.
Slavaa, When he was little, he played with me, but he was afraid of the vacuum cleaner... when I start vacuuming, he stretches his back like a hump, all his fur stands on end, and doesn't run away, but attacks... I washed him, I'll tear you apart... he lived to be 19... I feel sorry for Barsik...((
Slavaa, When he was little, he played with me, but he was afraid of the vacuum cleaner... when I start vacuuming, he stretches his back like a hump, all his fur stands on end, and doesn't run away, but attacks... I washed you, I'll tear you apart... he lived to be 19... I feel sorry for Barsik...((
To varying degrees, some would hide in terror anywhere, some would endure my vacuuming fur in horror).
Now I have the seventh, as usual, a stray (I always get those). We'll see how it goes. So far, he's exterminated all the moles in the area. In the winter, he hangs out in the city. In the summer, he's a nightmare for mice at the estate.
Cats are our everything.