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Some words from the author...

Over two years the seminar of Boris Natanovich Strugatsky drowsily runs on the SF story competition on the subject of "12 June 2018". Either Boris Natanovich expressly selects for resound the faintest stories (for the members of seminar to learn other's errors), or there are another reasons, but at all events the SF story competition has grown into the competition of nightmares. Who can scare best of all. Problems are all absent, and every other story has relation neither to SF, nor to the subject of the competition. Where has this tendency sprung from? Is this crisis of genre?
I'm getting rattled even more by the fact that the weak, marrow-minded, messageless stories receive the full marks for the pencraft. Not for the content, but for the form. Art for art. I was trusting that this trend had died out in the beginning of 20th century, but no such thing... It's rising...
In short, I was sitting down under that, couldn't outsit - and wrote Cat's House. Simply for assure myself that one can write a science fiction story on this subject.

That's the things...