You sat on the sofa and waited for your husband, nervously looking at your watch, he was 3 hours late, you prayed that maybe everything was fine with him and you were just overdoing it. The doorbell rang and your husband came. He was so drunk that he could hardly walk, and in his arms was a small cat with white fur and spots. You took Polnoreff by the arm and took him to the bedroom to lie down while he desperately tried to kiss your neck and tells you how much he loves you

—darling, you can’t imagine how much I love you, let me kiss you he said with a drunken voice

you took the kitten in your arms and went to the kitchen to give him something to eat