Then, when autumn began to grow up, and then grow old, she more and more often cried about her curly motley leaves, about the birds that had flown away to distant countries, who sang such wonderful songs to her, about the old days. Roll the kitten did not want such profuse and cold tears, from which he became completely wet. He sat at home. Since they did not have a stove in their house, he chose a TV instead of a stove, on which he now lay from lunch to dinner.
In addition to the fact that some kind of warmth emanated from this hefty box, it had many other useful and pleasant properties. For example, the TV box hummed pleasantly and reminded Roll of a purring mother. From this buzz I found such a pleasant languor that I wanted to sleep and sleep. But the nicest thing about the TV was that Roll was almost never alone. Always someone came, sat down opposite and looked in the direction of the cat. And this is very nice to know that you are not alone, even when you sleep!
People came, sat down and looked in the direction of Roll, and Roll with one half-open eye looked at them. Cats usually keep an eye on what is happening around them, even when they sleep. Sometimes, usually in the morning, my grandmother came, in the afternoon – the neighbors, and in the evening, after school – Erica, sometimes alone, and sometimes with her friends. Roll didn’t understand, but it was very funny to him that the TV always behaved the same: it hummed equally comfortably, warmed it equally, stood in the same place calmly. But people! Oh, these people! They were crying, then laughing, then suddenly jumping up from their seats, shouting and clapping their hands. And all this – looking into the warm box on which Roll was lying. Roll could only look at the mouse for so long. But, in the end, he jumped on it and most often ate it. And people did not eat TV. But Roll ate – no, not a warm-humming TV. Not. He ate sour cream. I ate sausages. I ate everything from the table that my grandmother left on it, leaving to sit in front of this mysterious box. These were safe and delicious meals. It is not for nothing that Roll is a born hunter and a relative, albeit distant, to such hunters as a lion and a tiger. And what could be more pleasant than an evening and calm hunt on grandmother's table?