Max Frye. Tales of the old Vilnius III (№ 306917)

Kate the cat curled up in the legs, the fat cat Sauce somehow squeezed between the human back and the sofa cushions. Upstairs were curled, Raven Esmeralda and Wolfdog Linas, the Cabinet was sound asleep dream red alien with wings and a tail, the ceiling peacefully flickering ghosts were whispering about something. In the fireplace sleeping Salamander Sonia, a good reason never to move out of this apartment, which, truth to tell, gradually becoming cramped for such a large company. But there's nothing you can do about it.