My father Ivan Alekseevich is a chemist, therefore he was always distinguished by a sober and rational view of the surrounding reality. He says: "I am ready to believe anything that has convincing evidence." However, recent events have forced him to reconsider his beliefs.
This story happened to him last November. November in the Urals is almost winter. But last year the snow at the beginning of the month hadn’t had time to fall yet, and my father went to our garden to finish things that had not been done in the fall.
The garden was gloomy and quiet. All the neighbors have already left. My father worked until lunchtime and thought it would be nice to have a snack. He warmed up food on the stove and got ready to dinner. Suddenly, I suddenly felt bad - my eyes darkened, my head squeezed, as if in a vise, the back of my head and neck started to hurt.
The father went out of the house to the street, thinking that it would be easier in the fresh air. He sat down on the heap and closed his eyes. However, he did not get better.
Suddenly a loud meow was heard nearby.
The father looked down and saw a big black cat. The cat was sitting nearby, looking up and meowing demandingly. It was not clear where he came from, because the cat looked well-groomed, well-fed. He clearly had masters. Maybe they left and forgot the animal in the country?
The father thought that the cat was hungry and came to the smell of food. He was about to go up to the house and give him something to eat. But the cat suddenly climbed onto the rubble, and then jumped on his father. He wrapped himself around Daddy's neck and purred.
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The father tried to shoot the animal, but the cat just hissed and was not going to get off. Dad decided - let him sit. The cat calmed down and purred, still sitting on the back of his neck. It was as hot as an oven.
After some time, my father realized that he felt better - the aching in his temples was gone, his head stopped hurting, the back of his head also let go. The cat, apparently, sensed it too.
He immediately jumped from his father's shoulders to the ground, but was in no hurry to leave. He sat next to me and carefully looked up. Dad went up to the house, carried food out into the street and treated the cat. However, he did not eat, he even refused a boiled egg and a piece of chicken. But this is the favorite food of cats! He just sat there and stared at his father.
After lunch, dad went to the greenhouse. The cat followed him, sat down at the entrance and seemed to be waiting for something. My father spent some time in the greenhouse and suddenly felt that he was feeling unwell again. The cat immediately ran into the greenhouse, ran to his father and again jumped on his neck. Now dad no longer tried to take it off - right with the cat on the back of his neck he left the greenhouse and sat down on the bench. The cat rumbled again and was as hot as a stove.
Some time passed. Father was still sitting on the bench, the cat was on his shoulders. Dad felt better again. The cat immediately jumped down, sat down next to his father and meowed. The father decided to offer the animal food again. This time he did not refuse it - he drank a few pieces of chicken and drank water. Then he looked at his father, meowed gratefully and ran away. My father worked in the garden until the evening, he had no more bouts of ill health.
I must say that many of our neighbors in the garden have cats and cats. They often bring them with them during the summer for the weekend. However, my father did not see this black cat either before or in the future.
Olga SEMENOVA, Yekaterinburg