One fine day, Peter the chimney sweep stopped by an empty dustbin.
He walks this way every day, but it wasn't until today that he noticed a cat that had taken up residence in an empty trash can. Peter was originally rushing to work, but found time to greet the cat: ,,Hello cat! You have such cute and nice home!" He smiled at the cat and wanted to pet it. The cat didn't like that and scratched him, "Ouch! You little monster!" Peter screamed. The cat crawled into its little house and Peter hurried to work. He didn't have a very happy day because as soon as he arrived he was fired for being late. Peter walked home sadly. During this journey, he changed his path to avoid the evil cat. At home, when he turned on the computer, he saw an advertisement: "Hello, I'm looking for my wonderful cat Velma. Who will see her At home, when he turned on the computer, he saw an advertisement: "Hello, I'm looking for my wonderful cat Velma. I ask whoever sees her to contact me at my e-mail live.water@gmail.com. I'll give you anything for her." When Peter saw this he was happy. The next day he came to the litter boxes. He caught the cat that was fighting back and scratched Peter. He took her to his home and wrote on that email. "Good evening sir/madam, I don't really know what you are... I have your monster - I mean a cat. I would like to hand it over to you for a smaller amount of money.." Peter tried to figure out how much he actually wanted. “...for $12,000." He didn't wait long and the owner immediately contacted him back "Really?! You have my Velma?! $12,000 is no problem! See you tomorrow at 10 AM on High Grass Street." Peter remembered that he actually found the cat there... But he didn't care about this coincidence. He turned off the computer and fed the cat, "Here you go Satan's beast". After feeding the cat, Peter went to sleep. He woke up in the morning with scratches and a mouse in his mouth. The cat was on a rampage at night. He didn't want to get upset first thing in the morning, so he went to the cat who was sleeping in a smaller cardboard box. There he closed it and sealed it, but forgot to make holes for air. A few hours later he was waiting on that street with a cat in a box. The owner of that cat was a muscular man. He went to him. "Where's my cat?"
"Oh right here!" Peter handed him the box and took the money. He turned and started to leave. But since leaving, he was interrupted by the owner's scream.
"Velma! VELMA!!" The cat died from lack of oxygen. The owner stood up and angrily said "You killed my Velma and now you're going to die!!" The owner beat Peter and took his money.
Since then, Peter takes good care of the animals he finds.
