Once in the yard my grandmother saw a small kitten. The kitten mewed mournfully and looked at his grandmother, as if to say: "I'm cold, and I really want to eat." - You are lost! - his grandmother regretted and carried her to her house. So the kitten began to live with her. It was interesting to the kid. He often jumped on the window and examined pigeons, jackdaws, crows, tits and sparrows. And my grandmother told the kitten about them. The kid looked at his grandmother with intelligent eyes, he understood everything, only he could not speak in human language. Instead, the kitten was purring and getting on to his grandmother, sitting on her lap.
