Any cat can be patient. Try to watch out for the mouse at the mink! That's why the Mouse has been gnawing at the leather collar: slowly and in the same place. And when she was tired, she was lying still, closing her jaws on the spot chewed.
Dogs and cats are not usually given a watch. These two also did not have them. For this reason, Mashenka never found out that she chewed on the collar for three hours with breaks.
The train got tangled, hissed and stopped. The beasts heard footsteps at the door of the car. Now... The door began to open...
Rex was the first to rush to freedom. On the way, he almost knocked a stranger down, but there was no time to stop and apologize. While the man, waving his arms, tried to stay on his feet, a dark grayish shadow slipped past him. Freedom!
I will not write about what I felt when I found out that my animals disappeared from the carriage without a trace. Believe me, this is too sad.
Chapter Three, in which Rex understands what to do, and Masha understands how to do it.
They fled very close (by dog's standards), and then Masha was just a little out of breath and stopped. And since the cat, like all women, was distinguished by some practicality, she began to ask:
- Where do we go?
- Away from the train.
- Did I ask where exactly?
A black Labrador moved its ears with confidence:
- Home!
- Do you know where the house is?
For all his sassiness, this question confused him:
- Uh, uh... somewhere out there.
The nose pointed out where exactly.
- And wrong. Actually, over there.
It was the same case when the gray lady was completely right. Being a cat, she had an excellent sense of direction. Of course, she didn't know how she felt about the house there. She just felt the direction and everything here. And they ran along the road along the path.
Someone from behind the fence smelled the presence of strangers and cursed:
- Ai-yai-yai-yai, a stranger is coming! Ai-yai-yai-yai, and also with a cat! You, black scoundrel, not only do you walk on our land, but you don't tremble with this gray one yet? How do you like it! I will tear it up!
I promised to write the truth, didn't I? So here's what I'm writing: even though Rex was a calm dog, he wasn't used to such insults and growled as he went:
- My cat! Try touching her! I will rip you to shreds myself!
The brave man in the fence was silent for a second, after which he exploded:
- And this one still dares! Yes, how he even! For such a thing! Where can you see it! Shame, shame, shame, shame!
But he was not listened to anymore. The path narrowed and went into the forest. And our fugitives ran first as a knight, then moved on to the step.
They walked long enough (my cat's standards). Of course, the principles of the machines did not allow her to say directly: "I want to eat very much. She expressed this idea in the following way.
Rexic, in turn, though there was still some oatmeal in the bowl on the train. He swallowed that thought with his saliva and supported it:
- I'll try to find something.
To give credit, he found what he was looking for in no more than five minutes. It smelled foolishly delicious. It was strawberries.
It should be noted that my journal never refused berries and fruits if they were offered. Not only that, he wouldn't refuse, even when they weren't offered. When he was brought to my relatives' cottage, he got up early in the morning and picked up the strawberry beds carefully, choosing the reddest berries. The dacha owners woke up later and were a little surprised at the decline in the harvest. Knowing my dog well, I suspected something wrong and was right: since there was nothing else to do in the beds, the vile thief came up to the gooseberry bush and began to stick his face (tight) in the thickest thorns, and then gently opened his eyes and bit a berry after a berry. He was obviously neglecting the unripe ones. For this terrible crime, Rex was sentenced to severe reprimand and imprisonment on a leash.
The dog was a good companion, so he recommended it as a friendly recommendation to collect the flavorful prey:
- You try it, it's delicious!
The cat smelled careful. It smelled, in her opinion, inedible. She touched the berry with her lips. The taste met expectations.
It was written on her cat's face... Anyway, Rexick understood. Moreover, the strawberries ran out, and in terms of quantity and quality, it was still an addition to lunch, not lunch.
Labrador, considering himself an experienced hunter, looked back.
- Oh! There was a meadow over there! Mice can be.
- Mice?
When Masha was still a kitten, her mother would bring her nice. It was delicious and interesting. The gray hunter got very excited, though she had no idea how to catch them. However, cats had an instinct.
Continuation in the next part of 5.