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Suddenly the red cat Tutankhamun came running. Hanukkah the dog looked calmly at his companion. Mamuka turned his gaze to the four-legged friends.

– «Where were you, Tutankhamun»? – the Indian asked.

The cat looked mysteriously at Mamuka. Silently licked his lips and walked over to the Indian’s leg.

– «Mamuka, he asks you to stroke him», – said Hanukkah, lounging on the floor.

– «Why won’t he tell me this himself»? – answered the red man proudly.

– «Because if he speaks, then you have to explain everything to you, and so you yourself understand him and take care of him. Cats are cunning! When you are not there, we constantly talk to him», – answered the silent Hanukkah.

– «Why do you throw yourself at other cats and cats, but you don’t touch Tutankhamun and the Moon»? – Mamuka asked with interest.

– «This redhead does not call me names, unlike the others. Do the others know what they say»? – the dog asked.

– «What»? – the Indian was surprised.

– «What stinks out of my mouth! And I go to the toilet wherever I want»! – said the silent Hanukkah, offended.