Код - кот Z. O The code is a cat

"The Frost Code"
The shadows in the alley thickened like ink in a spilled glass, and Murzik the cat, like a living shadow, slid between the snowdrifts. His fur, covered with frost, whispered, "meowed three times, no more," as if Frost himself had run his fingers over it, scratching out secret signs.
"Meow... meow—meow..." his voice was quieter than the creak of snow under boots, but there was some kind of code in it, as ancient as the streets themselves.
The kittens clung to him, their furry sides trembling with hunger, and their eyes glittered like shards of ice. They understood the language of Frost better than humans, because their ears picked up not words, but the flutter of the wind, the whisper of snowflakes.
"Those cat ciphers again," the old janitor grumbled, shuffling his boots. "Is that Morse code?"...
But Murzik just grinned (if cats can smile at all) and shook his head. "People… They only hear what they want to hear.
Meanwhile, the kittens were already lined up, their tails vibrating in unison, like antennas catching a secret signal. "Meow three times and the door to the basement will open. Meow three times and the bowl will fill up."
But the janitor still didn't understand.…
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