Hi John,
How's it going? Are you on holiday? I hope you're well.
I'd like to tell you a strange story that happened in summer, when my friend was at his granny's. His grandma from the countryside had a little cat named Kuzya.
One day when Kuzya was sleeping quietly on the sofa, my friend went to a loggia to bring a jar of jam. When he came to the glass loggia door, he saw that Kuzya was looking at him from there. he didn’t believe his eyes because the little kitten was sleeping behind him on the sofa. he turned round and saw that Kuzya was really sleeping. Then my friend looked again through the glass of the door – the kitten was also sitting there and mewing.
My friend was frightened and didn’t understand what was happening. When my friend decided to open the door of the loggia, the kitten came out from there. It looked like Kuzya. He was little too, but thinner and his fur was a bit darker.
My friend lived on the first floor. The window of the loggia was opened. Everybody understood that that kitten was thrown through an open window. He was really hungry. My friend fed it and gave it to his neighbours.
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всё в том же порядке )))