Adapter

He was called the Adapter – about an accent on letter "O", – because he lived in the underground passage. From where there was on transition steps a little gray kitten, nobody knew. It seemed, it arose in fog of April morning from nowhere. He sat, having nestled on a cold wall and frowningly with fear saw off the legs flashing by it.

Near transition from both parties there were stops. People hurried on the affairs, and in morning vanity nobody paid attention to a kitten.
Only children pointed a finger at it and peeped: "Look, watch what ridiculous!"
The kitten was disheveled, dirty and thin.

All day he and sat, having hidden in a corner. In the evening the woman working in a stall in transition approached it and put to it before a nose a sausage piece.
The kitten cautiously smelled it and was even more pressed in a wall.

In the morning when the woman came to work, sausage on the place was not, and the kitten sat near its stall.
The woman put a box with a rag near a stall and put the foundling there.
"Perhaps who will take away you, the poor fellow", - sighed it, palming off on it under a nose a piece of cutlet.

Here and the kitten in transition got accustomed. Soon he grew bolder and began to come to be heated on the sun. He sat at a stop with one, on the other hand and looked at the cars rushing afar.

"Where they go?" - the kitten thought. He wanted to leave this place too somewhere. But where?
Once in the summer when it grew up a little, the kitten decided to go to live to the yard that was opposite to a stop. For this purpose it was necessary to run across the road on which too, let and not so often as on the highway, there went cars.

Several days the kitten watched them, and then, having snatched the moment when cars were not near, bravely stole a march and joyfully flew to the yard of the five-floor house.
But there did not wait for it. Local cats right there noticed the beginner and terribly drove him back.
The kitten headlong rushed off back to transition. And having only taken refuge in the box, he understood that he did not even look on the parties when he stole a march back.

Since then the kitten did not want to move away far from transition. And here was to it not bad. People did not offend him and fed up.
"Hey! The adapter, go to eat!" - called him. And he responded, ran and rubbed about legs of feeding. Here it is only bad that nobody wanted to play with it.

Once the boy with a satchel on shoulders took a kitten on hands and stroked. It was very pleasant, and the Adapter zamurlykat. But it was not pleasant to the boy's mother! She scolded both of them and told that houses the boy carefully washed up hands with soap. As though the kitten was some dirty creature. It was not so, the Adapter very much liked to lick the hair, especially on a white stomach.

But most of all it liked to be heated on the sun and to watch cars. At stops minibuses stopped, people descended and came, came and left, and the kitten looked them following and dreamed to sweep at least just once too on the car.
"Where all of them go?" - again and with it is new wondered the Adapter.

So there passed the summer. In an early autumn to a kitten it was very cheerful to play with fallen leaves which turned on wind and even flew in transition.
But the sky was tightened by low clouds soon, and the cold rain did not allow a kitten to leave the shelter. Nights became longer and colder. The kitten shivered in a box which for some reason to him became small and did not save from cold at all.
- Eh, poor fellow, - the kind woman from a stall told somehow, - you are necessary to nobody. Nobody home takes away you.
- What means "home"? – the kitten asked, but the woman did not understand him.

"There, likely, it is very good", - the kitten reflected on the house at night, shivering from cold. Chilling wind a draft walked on transition, the garbage twisted spiralkam and scolded a cat to the stones.
"Houses, likely, warmly", - the kitten thought, trying to take refuge from cold in a box.

At dawn wind abated, and the Adapter at last dozed off. But here the stomach loud rumbling reminded him of what he did not eat long ago. The cat blinked and tried to drive hunger away stronger. But instead of it at it before eyes bright pictures with food began to appear.

"Houses, likely, are always food", - the cat thought, having swallowed saliva.
Without having sustained, the Adapter went to a stop. People already hurried on the affairs, and he hoped that someone will treat him with something tasty.

The cat sat down on a bench and began to watch bright headlights of cars.
"Where they always go both in the afternoon, and at night? - again the Adapter thought. - Perhaps they will bring something from there to eat?"
And here on a bench near it the girl sat down. Muffling up in a thin jacket, she asked:
- To you it is cold too?
- Messes? – The adapter did not understand whom she addresses.
- And, likely, getting hungry? - the girl continued.
At these words the cat rose and pricked up ears. Now he will be fed, likely?
But instead of it the girl gave an empty hand and carried out by her on the Adapter head.
- Messes, - it was stuck with it into a palm a cold nose.
- Do you know that?! Went home! – the girl told getting up. She stretched open palms to a cat and that nestled on them a lean side.

The girl picked up it on hands and hid in an open jacket. In the next minute they already sat in the minibus and looked out of the window. The adapter was not frightened at all. First, in the bosom it was warm, secondly, his dream came true, and it went by the car. Now it learns where all people hurry. And the most important, it was held on a lap and ironed very gentle warm hands. The adapter rubbed against them and, without ceasing, purred from pleasure.

Behind glass houses, trees flashed, and to a kitten it was so warm and cozy that he also did not notice how fell asleep. He woke up because that it was got because of a bosom.
- It is your house now! – the girl told it. – And I am your hostess.
- House? – the kitten mewed and went to inspect rooms.

Then he was fed, expiated and put to sleep near the warm battery.
But the Adapter did not want to lie one there, it did not want to depart on a step from the hostess at all. The cat asked to her on handles and if she was busy, laid down at her legs, and quietly clasped them with pads. It just in case that she without him did not leave anywhere. And at the same time he constantly purred, thanks to her for kindness.
- You should think up a name! – the hostess told it.
- I already have a name, my name is the Adapter, - the cat promurchat it. And then thought that now he lives at home, but not in transition therefore also the name is necessary to it another. This idea was pleasant to it about what it promurchatsya right there to the hostess.
- What you tender, - she told, - as I with you was lucky! I will call you Murchik!
- Murchik! I am Murchik! – the kitten zamurlykat, having buried it in a cheek.


In the evening he sat at a window and watched how by the house on the road flash car headlights.
"Now I know where all of them hurry, - the kitten thought. – All of them hurry home. And the house is at all not where warmly and nourishingly, it where you are loved …"


P.S.: The other day stood with small on a stop and decided to write the story about a kitten who lives in our transition and whom we call the Adapter. One line I told, the second to small. On the most interesting place there arrived our minibus. Having come back home, I decided to add the story and here that at me turned out. Several days then wanted to photograph our Adapter. But it is nowhere. Not otherwise, as the story was prophetical, and it left there where it is loved.