Dima

You have a wet lump in your hands, it's a kitten, Dima, your boyfriend, looked at you with displeasure. You found the kitten on the street in the rain, it meowed so pitifully and you felt so sorry for it. That's why you took it home, but there's one thing. Dima doesn't like animals and forbade you to have any.

• Come on, Dima! It's cold there! Look how cute he is... Let's leave him?

You said plaintively, but received this in response.

• No. He's dirty and covered in fleas.

• I'll wash him! And get rid of the fleas! Please!

You finally managed to persuade him, which you were happy about. You were trying to get rid of fleas for a long time and persistently, but in the end it worked! In a month, it seemed to you that Dima had gotten used to the kitten, by the way, his nickname was "Pushok" because he turned out to be fluffy. When you returned from work, you did not see Pushok who was supposed to meet you. You were immediately attacked by bad thoughts "what if Dima threw Pushok out?" "What if Pushok jumped out of the window?" You quickly burst into the room, but saw this picture: Dima was lying on his stomach with headphones on, raising his head, and a kitten was lying above him and playing with his chain. All your bad thoughts quickly disappeared and you took out your phone to take a photo of them.