“…the signs of angry men, too, are the same: their eyes blaze and sparkle, their whole face is a deep red with the blood which boils up from the bottom of their heart, their lips quiver, their teeth are set, their hair bristles and stands on end, their breath is laboured and hissing…” the servant’s creaking voice rumbled through the house.

Visibly moved, he put aside Seneca’s treatises on anger. “A truly masterfully written work. I recognize myself in every line!” he shouted out enthusiastically, thinking hard for some time about how a green tea variety could be capable of such literary feats. A general sigh of relief went through the circle of cats. Finally he, the servant, shut his mouth. Mr. Kalle retracted his claws, which had been dug deep into the scratching post, Mrs. Louise sighed softly, Ms. Nati and Mr. Jerry crawled out from under the protective blanket, and Mr. Stitch snored audibly in front of the fireplace.

The servant strode to the back of the kitchen to wash his hands, sweaty from his exciting reading, at the hand basin. As soon as he let the water run, a gray and white tigered lightning bolt jumped into the sink and started to play with the water stream. The servant put him back on the floor, where Mr. Jerry remained only for a fraction of a second. Instantly, he jumped back into the sink and the game with the water began anew. The servant sighed, turned off the faucet so that only a gentle trickle flowed, and went to the bathroom to clean his hands just there. When he returned, the cat was still happily playing with the stream of water. Shaking his head, he went back to the living room.

When Mr. Jerry had obviously had enough, he jumped joyfully cooing on the servant’s lap. The servant wondered briefly about the wetness he felt. Had he lost his diaper… No, that could not be. The cause was Mr. Jerry’s little paws. He got up to see if the little cheeky cat had perhaps left a few tiny drops of water. Arriving in the kitchen, he was instantly struck. His eyes blazed and sparkled, his face color took on an unhealthy red hue, his lips quivered, his teeth were set, his hair bristled and his breath was laboured and hissing.

“Oh, if only he had read and internalized more than the first two paragraphs” mumbled Mr. Stitch, sighed and curled up again in front of the fireplace while the servant, armed with a mop and a towel, cursing loudly and uttering nasty imprecations, the reproduction of which is forbidden here for reasons of protection of minors as well as criminal law, removed a large amount of water as well as dirty paw prints from cupboards, tables and floor.