I have a cat. His name is Krishna. He walked to me 7 years ago in from the street and stayed here forever.
- It will be a rain, - he said me in the evening.
His sly blue-yellow eyes looked at me.
- How do you know? - I asked him.
- I know because I know, - he said, lighting a cigarette.
- Don't smoking! - I said.
- Who cares! - he snorted.
We sat in silence long time. The cat began to purr at last.
- You must perform cat's duties and don't make the weather forecasts, - I thought.
The day has passed. On the next morning I looked out the window. The sun was shining but the ground was wet. To all appearances it had been raining.
- It will be a rain, - he said me in the evening.
His sly blue-yellow eyes looked at me.
- How do you know? - I asked him.
- I know because I know, - he said, lighting a cigarette.
- Don't smoking! - I said.
- Who cares! - he snorted.
We sat in silence long time. The cat began to purr at last.
- You must perform cat's duties and don't make the weather forecasts, - I thought.
The day has passed. On the next morning I looked out the window. The sun was shining but the ground was wet. To all appearances it had been raining.
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