"Home time! You’ve stayed too long! Ours is cozier, ours is warmer. Tightness is beauty! Right, Ginger?
The pilot tilted his head:
— Where are you, partner?
The cat answered with a dull "meow" and slipped through the membrane of the air duct like a fiery little serpent.
— Where?!" Mишка shouted, rushed to the feeding platform, and shoved his face into the narrow window. In the mirrors of the passage flashed a bristly-rusty tail.
— Well, damn it, Ginger!" Bobov punched the door with his fist. — «You’re forcing mischief!" and yanked the lever."