Book: Tomcats

My mother often repeated: "keep your head down, Woe is me. If you do not learn to keep quiet - they'll put you, you'll see. And I'm going to wear pasties". Prison and cakes were somehow inseparable in my mother's understanding, as well as with me "everything was clear", the first thing my mom learned to cook - it they were.

When I try to visualize their ideas about happiness, peace and joy, come to mind different images, but always somewhere in the corner of the image reveals a cat - tri-color, striped or white. She doesn't do anything special, sometimes licking, often asleep, but take it - and harmony will be disturbed.

... happiness is... a lot of things, a lot. But always - "and cats."