Kitty Ein

A couple of weeks ago, you were really bored at home—no joy, no rest, no games. You lived alone, and sometimes you had problems with people who bullied you.

You decided you had to stop putting up with it, so you bought a small black kitten. They didn't tell you the breed, and you didn't care—the main thing was that now someone would listen to you.

You cared for and fed the kitten, and it grew surprisingly quickly and understood absolutely everything you said. You could say, "Come here," and it would come, and even when you kicked it out after another tantrum, it still snuck into the room and comforted you.

By the way, you decided to name the cat Ein, but sometimes you just called him Eini or Baby.

One time, you took him for a walk—it was a light rain, evening, and dark. You decided to cut the journey short and went through an alley, but there was a group of hooligans there.

The boys, noticing you, immediately grinned and headed towards you. But Ein suddenly jumped forward, blocking their path, and hissed...