I want out.

Hhrrru? 😻

It’s me Misha. I’m in a very agitated and adventurous mood recently. Because I can feel spring in the air. My peeps were so silly and thought that I don’t think about it anymore, but I do, I can feel the sun when I sit on the windowsill, I can hear seagulls calling me and laughing at me that I can’t be out as they can (I never liked seagulls, they’re so stupid and shouty). And Jocky is outside, he can play and do whatever he wants but I can’t. It’s not fair, is it? But no one understands me. I would like to be out and have some nice adventures, catch something and show them stupid peeps how clever I am, or go somewhere that I’ve never been yet.

Mum is constantly saying that I need to be patient and that soon there will be net on the terrace and then I can be there and sunbathe how much I want, even all days. But I don’t want the net. I don’t want to just “sunbathe”. I want to climb up out on the roof, or go to the garden, and when they’ll put the net in there I won’t be able to do that. And there are no nice things to observe. No birds are flying there, no nice views. It’s boring. I’m not a fricken old guy who will just sit in the sun, I’m an up and doing kinda guy. Well OK, I do like the sun, and my sleep, and lazing around, but winter’s for it, not spring. They are so ignorant and think that everyone is just like them.

I thiNK I am a frustrated Misha today.

Oh but I have a good news for you today too. A few days ago I’ve got a lovely present from my Daddy. I really like my human Daddy, when he comes near me, I always throw myself to the floor and want him to stroke me. He strokes me so strongly, not so delicately like Mum or Mila or Zofijka. He strokes me all over my spine and it’s so pleasant that I don’t know what to do, it’s so pleasant that it’s unpleasant, or maybe the other way around, I don’t know, my mind goes crazy, but nicely crazy, as when I feel the catnip, it’s the same kinda feeling. But Daddy likes me only a bit, so that’s why I like him even more. I don’t like it when someone is too nice for me and likes me too much and wants something from me all the time. I’d rather someone be a bit unpleasant to me than too nice. And Daddy often likes to pretend that he doesn’t see me, and when he does see me, it’s only when I want him to stroke me, or when I am behaving badly, like jumping on the table for example or constantly begging him for food or when my poop is too smelly or something. So he almost constantly nags at me, but I don’t care, he’s just like this, if he wouldn’t be grumpy he wouldn’t be alive. But sometimes, Daddy also makes me very nice presents. Usually because Mum wants him to. Like he made the scratchboard for me, and a couple other things.

But this present that I’ve got from him now, I got from him because he wanted it, not Mummy. It’s a beautiful cartboard box. It has sort of dimples in it, because it’s an apple box. But now it’s a Misha box. I love lying in there, it makes me so happy. I love to rub myself at those dimples, I really like this box. I always go there when I feel sad that I can’t go out and I feel so nice there. It’s my favourite place of the year I think. It stinks that Daddy’s away now, he’s been away for almost the whole week, so most of the time I’m the only man in the household, as Olek is at work too. I’m glad that I got this nice present from Daddy.

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