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My friend bought a bald cat - a Canadian sphinx, a girl. I bought it in the winter. By the summer, the pussy had already grown up and loved to sit on the window, watching the birds and beeping.

Summer. Heat. 2010 year. A friend comes from work and sees that her cat is lying in an unnatural position on the windowsill: all red, her eyes are "in a bunch", as if with a friendly squint, her tongue fell out of her mouth, as if she had been fried in a pan.

Further - from her words.

• Pretty scared for the life of my pet, not understanding what happened, I pack it in a bag and run to the vet. The doctor said that the cat BURNED (!!) on the windowsill! And she urgently needs to be smeared with fat sour cream. The veterinarian gave the cat an injection, after which the pussy and I ran to the store for sour cream.

There was no salesperson in the dairy department, and I asked a girl from the next department to help me choose the fattest sour cream to spread on my burnt pussy. For some reason, my request caused a burst of laughter, but they still gave me sour cream.

Taking the can, I, with a pussy in my bag, ran to the cashier, where there was a long queue.

Fearing for the life of my darling, I began to ask to be allowed in, because I urgently need to spread sour cream on my burnt pussy. To this, the woman standing in front replied indignantly: "My pussy was burned on the beach too, and even my thongs were rubbed, but I don't go out of line!"

Already with tears in my eyes, I explained to the queue that I was about to show my pussy, otherwise it might die from overheating, and unzipped the bag. When they saw my bald pussy, they immediately skipped ahead. But my misadventures did not end there.

At the shopping table, I smeared sour cream on my pussy and rushed to catch a taxi to get home faster.

Halfway down the road, my pussy began to pee right in the bag that was in my lap. I yelled to the driver: "Stop the car, it is flowing down my legs!" - To which he angrily asked: "Are you pissing or something?"

To calm down the driver, I explained: "Yes, not me, but my pussy!"

The driver howled: "What are you How am I going to carry passengers in the saloon? Phew! And what a stink

I also had to show him a bald pussy, they say, the animal was burned and described itself.

Alternating laughter with swearing words, he still drove us to the house, they say, he will not be lucky for the next passenger anyway, but when the seat dries up and stinks. I had to pay him extra for the pissed-off seat.

Pussy recovered, but had to hang the blinds so as not to get into a similar situation.

Take care of your bald pussies!