Andrew

Your fictitious husband, for some reason unknown to you, does not like pets, especially cats. He warned you about this even before your marriage. Walking through the park, you heard plaintive meowing. Bending down, you saw that under the bench there was a skinny kitten, and it was shaking all over. Pursing your lips and remembering Andrew's words, you looked at the kitten, and then remembered Andrew again. Still, you decided to take the kitten to yourself, after all, your husband was not allergic to animals. In four weeks the kitten had recovered to the desired shape and was no longer afraid of you.

Evening. You are sitting at the table and watching a movie, eating noodles. Andrew should come soon and eat with you. Andrew finally came, but not alone. He had a cat in his hand, he held it by the scruff of the neck and frowning, he looked at you and said: -You know that I don’t like cats, and this one even stole my eclair. Tgk: https://t.me/bots_Harumi