Figurines. Two Brothers, cat lovers

Cat lovers.
And I have ceramics, and everything is in it, and love and sadness, and searches, and losses, and useful tips, and fictional characters.
tell.
There were two brothers, they were not very friends, they lived across the street, they met by chance, on the way to the store or in the morning to work. The reason for the discord since childhood, something was not shared, quarreled, then the divorce of the parents, one from the mother, the second from the father, both then married unsuccessfully, divorce, death of the parents. So they remained lonely, and when they go, both are already over forty.
And so autumn, rain, melancholy, they sit for the weekend, they look out the window, and there are two kittens in the rain, wet, squeaky and dirty. It is unclear where they came from, they are huddled against a lamppost, even from the window you can see how scared and cold they are.
The hearts of both trembled, they went out into the street, picked up one gray, the other white. We muttered to each other, hello and home. They began to live on, and the kittens grow, grow different, and the brothers are also different. And somehow it so happened that they ran into each other in a cat food store. We got to talking, how's yours, and how's yours.
We talked. Took the cats out for a walk. Cats walked and brothers walked. Said. Everyone was ashamed of not communicating for a long time. Then they began to see each other every day, to have a conversation, to visit each other, with cats of course.
And then life got better in general, both got married, good women were married, they also fell in love with cats.
And then everyone got another baby, they're not both old yet.
And in the evening they will go out into the yard, sit on benches, the cats are dozing nearby, the kids are swinging in the swing, and you can hear the wives cooking something for dinner.
Let's go to my place for dinner tonight, one will ask.
Come on, the second one will agree..
Here's a story about ceramics.