Victor was piloting the motorboat across the tranquil waters of the Gulf of Finland, while a group of tourists from Moscow enthusiastically cast their fishing lines.
The day couldn’t have been better—sunlight sparkled on the water, a mild breeze stirred the air, and the fish were biting eagerly. “Victor Semyonych, is that something floating out there?” one of the tourists suddenly asked, pointing into the distance. Victor narrowed his eyes, trying to make out the shape on the water’s surface.
“Looks like a bird… no, hold on, it’s something odd.”
As the boat drew closer, everyone began to exchange puzzled looks. There in the water, barely staying afloat, was a soaking-wet ginger cat, flailing weakly. “Well, I’ll be,” Victor muttered in disbelief.
“How did it end up all the way out here? The shore’s a good kilometer and a half away!”
“Maybe it fell from a boat?” one vacationer guessed. “Or got carried off by the current,” offered another.
The cat let out a pitiful meow and tried to paddle toward them, but it was clearly out of strength.
“Forget fishing for now,” Victor said decisively, reaching for a fishing net. “We need to save him.”
The rescue wasn’t easy — the frightened cat thrashed and scratched, darting around in panic. But eventually, they managed to scoop him up gently and lift him aboard.
“Poor little guy’s completely worn out,” Victor said as he wrapped the shivering cat in an old jacket. “Who knows how long he’s been in the water?”
The cat curled up in a corner of the deck, eyes wide and fearful, fur clumped and whiskers trembling. “What a beauty,” said one tourist’s wife, moved.
“Still so young, too.”
“We should get him to a vet,” Victor said, concerned. “He might have swallowed seawater.”
The veterinarian gave the cat a thorough check and assured them:
“He’s in surprisingly good shape. Just exhausted and dehydrated.
Give him ten days of rest and he’ll be back on his feet.”
“Should we try to find his owners?” Victor asked. “We could post some notices. But he looks like he’s been living on the streets for a while.”
Victor decided to take the cat home.
His wife, Galina, welcomed the furry guest with open arms.
“Oh, you poor thing! We’ll get some weight on you in no time.”
For the first few days, the cat stayed hidden under the couch, emerging only to eat. But slowly, he began to explore the house.
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