And your three words for today are…?
Misha, Toffifee, sleep.
And your three words for today are…?
Misha, Toffifee, sleep.
Hiya people and hhrrru? to all of you.
It’s just a quick, collaborative post of me and Misha who is too sleepy to write on his own, and we’d like to wish all of you a very happy happy happy Easter. I hope it will be a blessed time for all of you and that you will feel the presence of Jesus in your lives, that it will be just a happy, peaceful time for all of you. And Misha wishes you loads of yummy food and some nice presents, but also don’t forget about your pets, Misha loves getting presents and his point of view is that everyone else does too. Or if you’re not celebrating Easter, have a beautiful, fun-filled weekend and enjoy yourselves whatever you’re going to do. 🙂 I’m sorry I’ve been quite behind on blogging, I hope I can catch up over Easter, I’ve been having a lot of time with my family and had been completely absorbed by a work possibility that I thought I found in front of me, which didn’t work out but I lost sight of everything else for the time being hahahaha and got completely immersed in that.
Misha here. Guess what? My sluggish peeps are starting to think. After 3 years of me living with them. How do I know that? Because they’ve JUST started to come to terms with the fact that I understand more than tey think I do. What a truly shocking discovery, isn’t it?!
One evening I was doing my own business and suddenly heard Mila calling me. I could hear her well and was actually quite close to her but chose to ignore her until I’ll find out that it’s worth my effort to come to her. So she went to Mum’s room and asked Mum if I was there. Mum told her where I was and Mila was calling me all the time so I knew it was something big. And Mum also called me mish mish mish so I didn’t know where to go, but finally followed Mila as she was going downstairs and it looked like she wanted to show me something and I grew more and more interested. And Mum was like: “Wow, he understands that you call him, and where you want him to go!”. Like, wow, really, do I? Wasn’t that quite obvious? No one else in this house is called “mish mish mish”, and if she was going downstairs, obviously she wanted me to follow her and not go in the opposite direction, right? It’s disgracing that they think I am such a total blockhead! And then at the end of the stairs I could feel what was the reason for Mila calling me, I felt a very nice smell from the kitchen, it was yummy yummy fish. I love eating fish. And Dad was having some for supper and was keen to share with me. It was so so yummy. As I ate, I could hear Mila coming back to Mum’s and saying: “He probably understands even more than just that, far more than we realise”. What a spectacular discovery! My peeps are learning new things! Yay for the human race! 😻 No I am not sarcastic at all, I don’t even know how to be sarcastic, I am just a poor kitty who doesn’t even know what they want from me and the only word I understand inhuman language is “Miiiiishaaaaaaaa!!!”. I am 3 years old but have no wits and need to be treated like a 3-month-old baby, because I am just so helpless and feeble-minded, wonder how they’d even managed to toilet train me hahahaha.
But OK, let’s be serious. Of course I understand more than they think I do. I maybe don’t get all of their stupid things because I’m not into that and don’t care, but if something is about me, you can be sure I understand. I tell you that though only because you don’t live under the same roof as me, because – as many other cats probably do too – I find that pretending to be silly and ignoring what’s going on around can really pay off at times and it actually shows how clever you are because making a choice whether you want to hide something or let others know about it also requires some thinking and decision making skills, if not anything else. And they can’t blame me because they do just the same! Even today, I came to Mila’s room, and she picked me up (even though she certainly knows I hate it, but OK, sometimes you have to compromise), and then put me to sleep, but I got up again and stood on her knees and looked very emphatically at the drawer where she keeps my treats, and wagged my tail in its direction so that she could know what I mean. And I know that she got it, but didn’t do anything, just stroking me as if she didn’t notice anything, while I was starving! It’s the same with all of them, so they can’t blame me.
Do you, other pets out there, also prefer not to disclose how much you actually understand? And you peeps out there? Be honest! Honesty is so rare in this world.
Misha 💙 💚 💜
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.
Do your pets get along?
Well as many of you who’ve been reading my blog for a while probably already figured out, Misha isn’t too easy to get along with and it’s not easy for him to get along with others. And those of you who’ve been around here last autumn are most probably familiar with our other Russian blue cat – Sasha’s – story, and how we failed at having another cat in our family. Now, apart from us humans, the only other company Misha has here are the fishes and he is happy with them and always very interested in watching them, so, yes, I can say he gets along with them. As for their relation to him, I guess you’d have to ask them, I’m not sure what they would say. 😀 And there’s Jocky outside too. They say that cats and dogs don’t get along, and I’m sure there are such cases, but from our experience and from we’ve heard from behaviourists, it would rather seem that a cat will get along better with a dog rather than with a fellow cat. It’s also true that Misha and Jocky see each other maybe once in a couple of days, nevertheless there’s no visible anxiety or lack of confidence on either side at all when they do meet. Misha is very interested in Jocky, you know, in a way that you would be interested in aliens, maybe not someone to hang out with for longer, but interesting to see, observe and make friends with. Jocky on the other hand really wants to play with Misha, but also seems to have some respect for him, which I find a bit amusing. They usually meet though only through the door so there’s no direct physical contact and no playing, they only played with each other once soon after Jocky’s come to us, and ran around the living room like crazy, seemed to have lots of fun, very different from what it was like with Sasha.
How about your pets? 🙂
Hi people. 🙂
My question for you today is:
How do you choose names for your pets?
Well we certainly don’t have any rules for it, and it’s usually a bit of a dilemma because people always have different opinions on different names of course. Our current pets, excluding the fish, have been named by me. With Misha… hmmmm… well let me think, I don’t even remember how I came up with Misha haha, it’s just so natural, he’s just a Misha ain’t he? He just couldn’t be anything else. 😀 OK I guess it was very spontaneous. I remember that even before we actually had him but knew that we are going to most probably have a Russian blue cat, I thought about him as Misha. My distant aunt to whom we used to sometimes go for holidays when I was a very little kid had two dogs, one was Masha and the other was Misha, and I always got those word obsessions, I still do actually, anyway then when I was there I somehow picked up the word Misha and would go around saying Misha all the time whether it would be with a context or without, though I didn’t really care much about the dog himself. My fascination with the word Misha got even stronger when someone, my uncle I believe, told me that Misha means bear in Russian. I loved bears and teddy bears as a child, and even more so the Polish word for bear, which is miś, so pretty similar to Misha. But somehow with time I forgot about those dogs and didn’t hear the word Misha too much so didn’t think much about it either anymore. But when we started thinking about having a Russian blue cat, of course I also thought a lot about a potential name for it and wanted it to be Russian if possible. And naturally the first thing that come to my mind was Misha, and my fascination with the word Misha started all over again but twice as strong. Zofijka liked the idea, and my Mum seemed too, however when Misha finally arrived, it looked like they were rather unsatisfied and inconvinced to the name Misha, my Mum claimed that it sounds infantile and no one will call him so, that we should change it and started coming up with loads of gross ideas, some of which I call Misha now when he’s particularly annoying because no one normal and well-behaved deserves to have such names for real. 😀 But I continued to call him Misha and they somehow seemed to accept it or get used to it, and then there was no other way because Misha started reacting to his name. If I wasn’t so determined, he’ll probably end up as Jaguar, which was his birth name in the breedery, which isn’t bad, but not good either. Misha is indeed a little bit infantile and means a little bear but I like it about it, and at the same time it is also a legit form of Michael and is elegant and sophisticated and masculine, despite ending in -a, which is normally reserved for feminine nouns in Polish, and that internationally Misha is a unisex name. I don’t know how anything can be infantile, masculine and unisex at the same time but I’m probably just strongly biased. 😀 If cats can like or dislike their own names, I suppose Misha likes his, and seems to enjoy hearing words containing the sh or especially -ish-
sound, be it Misha or whatever else, it always draws his attention and he becomes all ears, my Mum noticed it.
And with Jocky it was that his original name was Jacky, and it was the second dog that we’ve had (second in a row) whose name was Jacky when he came to us, which perfectly shows that it is a fairly popular dog name in Poland. While I LOVE Jack, Jacky, Jackie, anything along those lines, as I’m sure I don’t have to repeat ’cause you already know it, I don’t like the fact that Jacky is so popular for dogs, and my Mum doesn’t either. Plus my Dad is Jacek and while Jacek and Jacky don’t have anything in common etymologically, people sometimes call my Dad Jacky or Jack, so… a little awkward it would be. But I felt that at the same time it would be so awful for him to not be Jacky anymore, because it’s really a lovely name. I let them name the first Jacky that came to us and they chose Bobby, and I always regretted that because actually Bobby is not much less popular and recognisable and to me sounds much less charming on a dog. So I suggested Zofijka a compromise that maybe his name could be Jocky, which is actually the same but literally unheard of over here, well I at least don’t know any other dog named Jocky, and I liked the Scottish feel to it. And Zofijka said it sounds even better, Mum also said it’s more zesty and suits him better, and also, as she pointed out, it rhymes with Rocky (as in Rocky Balboa, yes, my Mum openly admits that she really likes Sylvester Stallone), and Rocky is for some reason another crazily common dog name in Poland, God only knows why. So, now we have a completely unheard of hybrid of two painfully overused names, which is quite cool I guess, at least when it comes to naming a dog, not so much, or not always, a baby.
The fishies also have their names, but no one really uses them. Zofijka came up with them, or rather with an idea to call them with names of people in our family.
How about your pets? 🙂
What do you think of clothes on pets?
I guess I don’t have any very strong opinion on that. The only one pet that I’ve ever saw wearing clothes was a little dog, a York, he was my teacher’s dog. I never heard about what she did before and at the beginning I felt rather apprehensive to the idea, but in her situation it definitely makes sense and is helpful. She was blind and living on her own in a block of flats, so it would be hard for her to clean up after the dog or control when and where he’d do his business. So she bought pants and nappies for him and just whenever he pooed or peed she. changed him. Well as I said at first it was like a shock for me, like how you can do this for a dog, he must be very uncomfortable, it’s unnatural! And probably it is indeed, and when she stayed at our place for a few days we could see how much better and freer, lighter and cooler he felt without it on himself, as if he immediately got twice as much energy, but also I don’t think it’s a huge harm for him to wear it and, if there’s no other option, that’s really not a bad idea. Also, he looked really cute with those nappies. So, for someone, I have no problem with it, especially if it’s for a reason like that. But if I were to do such thing to my pet… I’m not sure. I certainly wouldn’t dress Misha in clothes, maybe it’s just my impression but looking at him I usually have a feeling that when we decorate him occasionally with something, like with some small ribbons for example, it seems to make him agitated and annoyed. I also really like Misha’s fur, and wouldn’t like it squeezed in between clothes so that I can’t touch it easily, without a good reason for it. If I really wanted to have my own dog, while living on my own, it’s very likely that I would do the same as that lady, simply because I’m blind too and certainly wouldn’t handle the poop otherwise, but then it’s highly unlikely that I would want a dog for myself, especially when living on my own, because I think cats are easier to care for and I just resonate with them a bit better.
What’s your view on this? 🙂