I met Valentina Ivanovna in the summer of 2001, a few days after I bought an apartment. I came to an empty apartment to see how and what I can and want to do with it. Climbing the stairs, I saw an elderly woman coming out of her apartment across from mine. She placed two bags of some garbage and a large black and white cat on the stairwell. The cat looked around in fear and tried to stand on 3 legs, falling on one, back. His back, chest and stomach were covered with a continuous purulent crust. I have never seen such a thing in my life. It was not at all clear how the cat is alive? I asked the old woman where she was taking the cat, she answered something vague, like, “I’ll take it to the trash can, let him eat grass there and heal in his own cat’s way, otherwise he got sick and doesn’t recover.”

From such creativity, I forgot about my business, asked the old woman what the name of the cat was, took him away, put him in some kind of box and took him to the veterinary clinic. Veterinarians have never seen anything like this either and even disdain to touch Vasya with their hands, wearing gloves.

Vasya, as best he could, fought for his life, with the last of his strength. He looked at everything around him with dilated pupils, practically not understanding anything anymore. The shocked veterinarians examined him, made several injections, said that the prognosis was 50/50, prescribed further treatment, and I took Vasya home. It was a very hot July day and despite the open windows in the car it was under 40 degrees of heat, and as soon as we drove away from the veterinary clinic, Vasya began to die: his eyes stopped, he looked only in front of him, like a doll, he began to fall on his side and he began to twitch facial muscles. Not hoping for anything, I stopped the car and hung a dropper on the handle, over the back door, put a catheter in Vasya and began to drip solutions, give him anti-shock injections and blow him with a piece of cardboard. Twenty minutes passed and the convulsions stopped, and another twenty minutes later Vasya's look became meaningful and I realized that right now he would not die. In general, about an hour later, I brought Vasya home.

Since I didn’t live in my apartment yet, and Vasya needed care, I “ran into” an elderly woman because she brought the cat to such a state and she agreed to take care of him for another 2 weeks, provided that I treat and feed him I. I went to her 2 times a day, did procedures for Vasya, gave medicines and... a miracle happened: Vasya survived.

Then I took him and he lived by himself in my apartment, and I came to him once a day, gave him a big sausage and cleaned up after him. Vasya's skin healed, but the hair did not begin to grow, and he ran around the apartment with a bare back and stomach. The veterinarians did not know what was the matter, the skin was healthy, but there was no hair. Then, one of my friends said that this happens in cats because of stress, that he needs rest and food, and the hair will grow. And so it happened. Somewhere at the end of September, when I had already begun to think about some kind of clothes for Vasya for the winter, I came to feed him and saw that Vasya had become plush. Wool began to grow immediately over the entire surface, which was previously affected. Two weeks later, Vasya had acquired a good, thick coat and was ready for winter. He lived with me, after that, for another 13 years, he became old and wise, he was independent and freedom-loving, but devoted to me and reluctantly, but obeyed me and he was the first cat to "accidentally" die on the day of the trial, August 29, 2014 of the year.

Later, Valentina Ivanovna told me what had happened to Vasya. She was a beggar and collected some things from the garbage dumps and brought them home. Her whole apartment was littered with this rubbish. So she found Vasya. I don’t remember what she fed him, but Vasya had fleas. Valentina Ivanovna found the Florena cosmetic cream, made back in communist Bulgaria, 20 years before it was thrown away in the garbage dump and... smeared the cat with this cream... from fleas... This caused skin damage, about 50% of the body, in addition, Vasya licked off part of this cream and burned his intestines. And that's not it. Seeing that the cat was not feeling well, Valentina Ivanovna let him go for a walk on the balcony, to get some air. Vasya jumped onto the railing, could not resist, fell from the fifth floor down onto the asphalt and broke his leg. And after that, Valentina Ivanovna decided to take him to the garbage can so that he... "eat herbs and heal in his own, cat's way." I listened to all this horror, not understanding how my Vasya survived at all.

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