- We fostered Bagheera, a young black cat who was always hungry, for some time. She always needed to chew on something, even though we fed her in abundance with Musya, our cat. She found a bag with breadcrumbs on the balcony, so she made a hole in it and chewed rye breadcrumbs. We put them in a new bag and moved to the pantry in the kitchen.
And then one day we couldn’t find her. Mom said, “Musya, where’s Bagheera?” Musya looked at my mom, went to the pantry door and looked at the door handle. They opened the pantry, and there’s Bagheera with a face that said, ’’It’s not my fault, these breadcrumbs chewed through the bag themselves…’’
Then we’d always ask, “Musya, where’s Bagheera?” And she always led us to the place where this black misfit was hiding. © Svetlana Guskova / Dzen
