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Every night when everybody fell asleep, White Paws and Brownie made their way to the fridge in the kitchen. Of course, they were active there in the day time too, when there was nobody at home. But it was more interesting to visit the fridge at night, because it was dark everywhere, and it was light inside the fridge.

The cat didn’t take anything for himself, for mum fed him well. But she didn’t feed Brownie. Someone in the family had to take care of that child, for children shouldn’t be left hungry.

Besides, Brownie couldn’t open the fridge himself, for he was quite tiny, the size of a child’s palm. Only when he ate his fill, his aura stretched a little, but only in the width.

The cat was always surprised, “How can so much food go into you, Brownie? Here am I, a cat several times bigger than you in size, but I eat much less.”

“That’s because you are physical, and I am ethereal. And because you are a cat and you eat only cat food. Not much cat food will go into me too. People’s food is quite a different thing. People have invented so much. And one needs to try everything. Look! Here are sausages with cheese, and next to them there are mushrooms in soured cream. And there is pate and cucumbers in a jar behind it. And today we have here a whole saucepan of meat sauce, ham, red caviar and seven jars with jam. Cat, you’d better try something,” suggested Brownie.