cat or human?

      Rain.A pleasant summer rain is pouring down in buckets.Rainwater leaked out of the water pipes and formed even more puddles.People were walking along these streets, someone was walking home, someone was going to work, with an umbrella, in a hood, and a small white cat was quickly running down the street in search of shelter. Long raincoats, umbrellas of people, cars in the parking lot, all this is for him, salvation from the downpour, it's a pity that they are not eternal. Those who see this cat think that he is a street cat and no one's cat. No collar, no house, no name, nothing. But this is a mistake, he had a house, and he was not one of those animals that wear a collar.But the most interesting thing is his name. A name that means threat, severity, and it's all about the name - Thunder. 

Tangling in long raincoats and umbrellas, he ran out into the alley. Among the trash, trash bags, glass bottles, and chip wrappers that he didn't understand anything about was her.The cardboard box he saved from the rain, the open trash can. He climbed into it and fell asleep to the sound of rain and its drops falling on an open trash can. I don't care about the smell or the fact that there might be a drunk here. It's not damp here, it's not that cold, the cardboard walls seemed to exude warmth. The dream passed as if in a second and suddenly. 

He felt someone pick him up in his arms, but they didn't carry him out into the rain. The cat did not immediately understand what had happened, and looked at this man with sleepy eyes. Red hair, black clothes, a blue umbrella, green eyes that looked through him, and a smile. What? Smile at this cat?For what? 

—How cute-The guy's voice was gentle.

The guy removed one hand, which had become wet from the cat's fur.After all, the cat ran for several hours in the rain, trying to hide under something. 

— soaked wet...It's better for you to keep warm at my house than here," he said, picking up the cat

At that moment, he grabbed his hand, tightened his grip on the umbrella and ran home. The cat was fully conscious and did not understand anything. What? Where to? What for? Why? It is unclear who will answer these questions to him. The cat clung to his clothes, hugging him even tighter. However, the keyword "keep warm" was tempting. He spent this month on the street... It's not very good, but you can't miss this opportunity.

[August 7, 15:00]

While the guy was running home, Thunder managed to see his face. He usually saw them hundreds of times. But those eyes with freckles under them...Developing hair, from the wind.. a small scratch on the cheek - all this is so attractive and, one might say, magical for a cat. The face of the strangest person in his life at the moment.

Ginger entered the entrance and went up to the third floor. His apartment was at the very end of the floor. The house is very strange, of the corridor type, he has seen similar ones. Long corridors connect many apartments on the left and right. He ran his eyes over the apartment numbers. Ninety-something, ninety-something more, and they arrived. The door opened and he was placed on the dresser with his jacket."What's going on? The jacket is warm," Grom thought and burrowed into it.

— Timm, is that you?- from the next room. — Yes, it's me, Mom, - the guy shouted slightly and took off his wet sneakers.

"Timm..." the earwig repeated in his mind, repeating the name over and over again. A middle-aged girl with long, lush hair and the same green eyes came out of the back room. She is short and looks quite attractive. As soon as she came up, she sneezed.

— Be healthy, - said the guy, hanging an umbrella on a hook. — Thank you, how did you walk in the rain? —rain," he repeated, grinning.

The woman looked at the jacket and noticed that there was someone under it. Her son noticed this and, taking the cat, said.

— I found someone... - and showed the cat - his own!

Grom was shocked, as before, he wanted to say so many things, but it only turned out.

— Meow? - How sweet! Upchi!. — Mom?- Is everything all right? - He asked worriedly. ? - Yes..Upchi! Only you forgot that Dad and I have apchi! Allergy to wool —...oh.

He guiltily looked away, and thunder at this time: "Is it cute? Is it because of me? But.. But why?" His ears stood on end.

-"we'll have to send him back to the street, Upchy!" Well, or to a shelter

It's just not a shelter, the cat has seen cats like him kept there for the rest of their lives, and sometimes given to inadequate people or simply euthanized. He didn't know what "put to sleep" meant, but it sounded creepy. His tail was already standing on end.

— Maybe, - he thought about it and after a minute continued, - he will live in our great—grandmother's apartment for a while? - hmm.. Okay, but then you'll have to -- Thank you, Mom!He interrupted me and ran out of the apartment, putting on his slippers.

Mom sighed softly and looked at the abandoned jacket on the dresser. Shaking her head, she hung it up.

— Oh, Timm... Next time, he hang himself.

~At this time~

Timm walked slowly down the corridor, hugging the cat to him. He turned on the "constant ahuya" mode, where to? What for? But the sound of the turning key brought him out of his reverie. He quickly glanced at the apartment number "sixty-five", the cat tensed up: "damn room"

- I'll be back. Don't miss me here

"Why is he talking to me if I can't answer? He's got some kind of mental problem," Grom thought.

The door was closed, and the cat was left all alone. And if he is alone, then you can take on your real appearance. It seems that sparks of light dance around the room, spinning and intertwining with the graceful figure of a kitten. A shimmering mist envelops the air, gently bringing with it a sense of anticipation. The kitten's small body shudders slightly when the transformation begins. His fur begins to waver, his snow-white hair lengthens, turning into human strands. Tiny paws turn into handles with nimble fingers that can now grab and touch. With a graceful movement, the once feline ears lengthen and take their place on the top of the now humanoid head, giving the newfound shape a whimsical charm. At the same time, a long and thin tail appears from behind the guy, gently swaying in accordance with his emotions, like a physical proof of his feline origin.

The apartment was small, only two rooms, a bathroom (if you can call it that?) and a balcony. The first and key point was the living room, kitchen and hallway. Oddly enough, there was a small sofa in the middle of the room. In the corner, next to the door, there was a kitchen section. A stove, cabinets above it and a small refrigerator next to them. This department looked like it was from the USSR, like the whole house. This is exactly Babushkin's apartment. Next to it is a small table with chairs and a window. The cat looked into it. It overlooked the courtyard. The rain stopped, the sun came out and blinded him slightly.

There was a door between the table and the kitchen. The entrance to the bathroom was the most ordinary, except that the lighting was very dim. A light bulb hung over the sink and illuminated it well. He went to the sink and looked at his reflection.

Tired eyes of different colors, red and blue. Circles under them, pale complexion, like a dead man. Gray hair near the face, below the shoulders and floppy ears. He cocked his head owlishly from one shoulder to the other, looking at himself.

- yes... a picture from the top ten," he grinned, closed his eyes and laughed to himself.

The next room is the bedroom. It's small, and the space is the same as in those very hikikomori apartments. A wooden cabinet, a table, above which there is also a mirror covered with a cloth. The bed is leaning against the wall. It is made of wood, and you can immediately see that it is literally from the twentieth century. But the main thing that was here was the exit to the balcony.

The door slowly opened and he stepped on it with his feet. There were small puddles on the balcony. Of course, it was unpleasant to step on them, but I had to. The railing was made of iron, but in places it was covered with rust. A light breeze was blowing, and it sent a chill through my whole body. The cat was walking down the street and put his hands on the railing. They were wet, but after he wiped them off with the sleeve of his jacket, they became dry. Looking at the street, he forgot about everything in the world. But then his feline hearing made itself felt when he heard footsteps in the hallway.He turned into a cat and ran to the door. Timmy entered the apartment.

—Here I am!" he said, closing the door.

The cat just stared at him. There was obvious indifference in his gaze, but there was a certain interest in what was happening.

—Oh, there you are- there was joy in his voice.

the guy stroked the cat. Thunder had never been petted, and he scratched his master out of shock

- Oh! It hurts... a little bit. These words made the cat feel ashamed of his act. "of course, don't pet him," Timmy concluded. - That's it... You should come up with a name for him. Maybe... he wanted to continue, but when he looked at the cat, he saw that she was shaking her head from side to side. — So you already have a name?

The cat shook his head from top to bottom.

— Damn it, the cat understands me. What's your name?

There was a crash outside, and the cat shook his head from top to bottom in time to it.

— The rumble.. Thunder? - Timmy asked uncertainly.

— Meow!

— Understood… You are Thunder!