From me Misha to all women.

Hhrrru?

This is me Misha. I wanted to be a real gentleman yesterday and mish you all happy WOmen’s Day, but didn’t make it on time finally. So today I’m coming with belated mishes.

I mish you all the best in your lives, that you’d be adored by men for how pretty and nice you are and by other women for how feminine and good you are. I mish you lots of loving beings in your lives whom you could love too. I mish you lots of happiness and beauty and yummy food and relax and fun in your lives and may all your own dreams and mishes come true and then may you have some other things to mish yourself or to dream about cus people like to dream.

Yesterday I pampered my all three ladies. I couldn’t bring them flowers like other guys did, they always need me so much they don’t let me out on my own hehe, but I curled up with Zofijka on my bed and purred her my best mishes and I spent a lot of time with Mila and I sat on Mum’s knees for almost half an hour. That’s a lot, isn’t it? I’m not a very cuddly creature. In the evening Mum and Mila were watching some films and eating and drinking and I was near too and then felt tired and actually wanted to go to one of my hideouts, but decided to make Mila a pleasure and I lied down at her feet and warmed her up and purred. They said I’m a cute little boy and Mila said I’m the best thermophore she’d ever seen. I think they were all glad of me.

Hope you had a nice day yesterday. What nice things did you do for yourselves?

Mishest regards and Mishhugs!

Misha

A quick update from me Misha about ducks.

Hhrrru?

It’s Misha (in case you still have any doubts). Did anyone miss me? :3 I was silent for quite a while, I think. Almost two weeks. Very lethargic two weeks. There were some funny things happening but not many and not really that important.

But yesterday something very interesting happened. I always find it interesting to see beings of another species, not still only humans. And yesterday I saw very strange, loud things which apparently are called ducks. They are a bit scary, they make so much noise, but funny, and new to me. I love everything new.

My human Dad keeps saying he doesn’t like me, nagging at me and calling me names, but actually everyone knows he likes me and he likes animals in general, even though you wouldn’t think so if you saw him or heard him nagging. But he’s made a feeder for the birds and I am very happy because I can sit by the window and look at them how they eat and stuff. And he has aquarium fishes and he feeds them too. And he of course feeds me too. But recently he started to feed ducks. We have a river on our backyard and they like to be in it. And they seem to like the food dad gives them cuz they come closer and closer. Yesterday they were almost at the steps to our house. Zofijka wanted to make me happy and showed them to me but then I wanted to go and join them they seemed so nice. Dad was trying to cast them out. But Zofijka held me very strongly and closed the door quickly so I couldn’t join them. And it left me very full of beans I was walking around and meowing and wanted to go out and play with them or at least just go out and do something else just on my own, I couldn’t find a place for myself and people still wanted to cuddle me because they thought I’m crying because I need a hug or something and I was running away from them. But no one understood me and no one wanted to understand me so I couldn’t go out.

Today in the morning I could see these ducks again through the window. Dad and Zofijka went out to feed them while I was playing with Mum. ANd then Mum brought me to the window and showed me how they feed them and showed me the ducks. And then Zofijka startled them and they became very very noisy and splashed a lot and I could hear it. I don’t like to be wet and in the water, but I wanted to join them and at least drink some water from the river and look at them, although these noises scared me a bit. But then again, Mum took me away from them. I don’t get these stupid people.

Did you have some interesting adventures recently? I love adventures, how about you? Only I’m sad I don’t have them more often.

Mishest regards and Mishhugs for everyone. 🙂

Misha

I hate magpies, gulls and sneezing. The jolly adventures of me Misha.

Hhrrru?

This is Misha again. I was sure nothing interesting will happen this week and I will have to make something up to entertain you guys, but luckily, or unluckily, something happened yesterday. Yes, it was interesting, but it also was so shocking for me that I still can’t get over it.

We had snow yesterday. I woke up in a very melancholic, depressive sort of mood. I always call it that I feel sad and lonely as a leaf. And then Zofijka’s laughing at me, because leaves aren’t lonely, they are together on the tree. But what when all the leaves will fall and the only one, last leaf is still on the tree? Doesn’t he feel lonely? I think he does, that’s why I say I am sad and lonely as a leaf.

But wait… you’re probably wondering how I can “say” it. How I can say anything more complicated than just “Hhrrru?” or “Meeeooow!” etc. The truth is, I can. Did I mention you that me and Mila have a brain connection? We do. And I can talk via it with Zofijka. Me and Mila can connect our brains and then Mila can talk for me. Zofijka likes to talk to me every night. She can also connect to me and I can talk through her, but she doesn’t like it and we rarely do so. Only when Mila wants to talk to me, you know, it would look crazy if someone not involved heard her talking to herself, or at least she thinks so, I wouldn’t care, ’cause it’s not true.

But I wanted to talk to you about snow and about what made me so agitated yesterday.

So I was sad and lonely as a leaf and walking around and meowing but no one wanted to talk to me. Finally Mum got pissed off with my meowing and said: “Misha, go out”. Mum never lets me to go out, only when there is a particular occassion or when I am very sad and they can leave me and know I’ll be safe. So she let me on the terrace. Mmmmm, snow. It is so soft and cold and nice. But I didn’t like how it makes my paws wet and licked them every now and then. I was on the terrace for a while but then I wanted to have more adventure. So I decided to go up on the terrace roof. It was fun. I sat there for a while and was looking at the world. But it was too low for me. I wanted higher. So climbed on our house roof. ANd then the drama started.

The seagulls, the magpies and the crows, all they saw me. I wanted to hide, but there were a lot of them and they could see me everywhere I hid. They were coming closer and closer and wanted to attack me and screamed at me. Mum was screaming at me too but I didn’t want to go home yet. I had to deal with them first. I felt indignant. How dare they? How dare they attack me, Misha, the king? The most beautiful being in the world? How dare they do anything else than admire me? It’s just unthinkable! It’s me who should attack them. And eat them all at once. But I quickly realised they are too many and I can’t deal quickly and easily with them. So I started to feel more and more frightened. I climbed up the tile. I am always the best at climbing, but it was really hard then. just couldn’t. It was much harder than in summer. Whenever I climbed up a bit, I was slipping down with the snow. And was trying over and over again. Was sick of it, cold and afraid. It wasn’t fun any longer. And they all yelled at me. I wanted them to shut up, but they didn’t listen to me. Mum was still yelling at me too and waiting for me on the terrace. I thought about the warm and cosy house, about my favourite sauce I ate in the morning and asked myself why did I actually want to go outside. I was freezing. So had to give up. I turned back to the terrace and slowly came back to Mum. Mum saw I was shaking and freezing and let me home. I was all covered in snow and had to have a long bath. And gosh I was sneezing all the time. Everyone was laughing at me, but I couldn’t help and stop sneezing. Luckily I didn’t have anything to do later on yesterday and no one wanted anything from me, so I could lie in my basket by the window in Mila’s room and sleep and sneeze and have peace of mind.

Today I am sneezing too. I am afraid I have a cold. Everyone says so. I don’t want to be sick. I was never sick before. I only had eye infections. It wasn’t fun, but being sick and sneezing must be even less fun. Daddy is sick now and he’s grumbling about it all the time and it seems to help him. But I couldn’t even grumble because no one would get me, or I’d have to wait for Mila to connect to me. No, I’m sure being sick is not fun. And going to the vet is no fun. They got me to the vet for a few times, I haven’t been there for ages now though, but when I’ve been there last time, I hated it with all my Mishheart. They hurt me there and there was a big, frightening dog and he stared at me all the time I was near him. I fell asleep there and when I woke up, I could barely walk, I was so dizzy, and they said I am no longer a “he”, I am an “it”. I hated them for that and I still do. It! That’s ridiculous. But luckily Zofijka and Mila and my Mum didn’t think so, and my Dad and Olek don’t care about me no matter if I am a he or an it. I hate being called it even more than she, or Michelle.

Oh and I wanted to tell you a bit about my today’s snack.

I’ve already told you a few times that I like to eat sauces and things that feel like a jelly, or are very wet and thick. And I got such thick sauces for Christmas. They are in sort of tubes, like those with toothpaste for humans, so I need someone to squeeze it for me. It looks a bit like jelly, but is also similar to human’s ice cream, because you have to lick it quickly, otherwise everything around will look like a mess, but I’m good at it. Mum gives me it almost every night and I always have great dreams after it and sleep very well. And today Mum asked Emilia to feed me with it. We didn’t really get along with it and it was the first time she fed me with it, so there was quite a lot of sauce I didn’t lick and the kitchen looked absolutely messy and Mila’s hands and my nose as well. But who would care? I am happy that I got to eat it, and Mila washed us quickly. Mum laughed a lot at me and said I looked really funny with the sauce on my nose, but I don’t care about it either.

Mishest regards.

Misha

Me Misha and my birthday.

Hhrrru?
Yep, it is me, that boring Misha with his boring life again.
Please guys wish me happy birthday, my birthday was yesterday. I almost started to think everyone in this crazy house forgot about it, because they started to wish me happy birthday around lunch, so quite late, don’t you think? I am now two years old and wondered quite a lot lately what will happen when I’ll finally be two. Will they still treat me like a baby? I hoped no, but at the same time I feared they won’t do it any longer. But they still do and now I don’t know what to think.
I felt like eating something special all day long, you know… something new, delicious and refined, maybe something like my own meat birthday cake? It would be awesome. but I only got my favourite sauce. I mean, it’s good and I was happy, but it wasn’t anything new. But I love sauces. I prefer things that have more fluid consistence and are thick. When you’ll give me meat in sauce, I’ll lick out the sauce and leave the meat. And I know that my human mum bought a few tins of this sauce for me. I am happy.
Zofijka and Mila snuggled with me a lot yesterday, I think more than usual. And I tried to be nice for them and not as wild as normally. I like a good snuggle, but not very often and here they want to cuddle with me ALL the time.
Today I have a calm day. And it’s very nice. Zofijka went out somewhere and mum says she won’t come back until tomorrow. I like Zofijka, but I am happy I will have some rest from her. She always chases me and snuggles me.
I am in a quite cuddly and lazy mood today. In the morning I lounged with Mila on her bed and we cuddled a lot and it was nice, I was happy and she was stroking me constantly and I was purring. I often purr, well I am a cat, but I rarely purr very loud, but today I purred quite much and loud. It was very pleasant. Then I watched a bit of my Mish TV. You don’t know what’s Mish TV? Mish TV is our aquarium. There are many fishes there. And I am always hoping that one day, I’ll be able to catch a fish from this aquarium. And I am trying every day. And I love to watch the fishes and say hhrrru? to them and tap the aquarium with my paws. I love fishes. My other TV is of course the window, but that’s not so interesting and I rely on people to turn it on for me so that’s not as much fun.
But nothing more really interesting is happening in my life so I am finishing. I hope everyone has a good, interesting day.
Mishest regards to all.
Misha

Misha here. *long post*

Some things in brackets are from me, not from Misha.

Hhrrrru?

A very Mish welcome for all of you. I always say hhrrru? when I greet someone.

I am Misha, but I guess everybody already has noticed it. Actually, I think I should introduce myself, but dunno how to do it on the Internet. And I’ve never written anything in English before. Emilia always talks to me in different languages so that I’m often confused which is which. Usually, if you came to me, I’d come close to you, if I would feel like it and maybe, maybe would let you stroke me. Sometimes, if I like someone very much, I greet them verbally as well, saying hhrrru?, but I need to trust them a bit.

I hope I can introduce myself well. I am almost two, will have birthday on Tuesday, Mila says that for humans it will be like 30 years or more, so yes, I’m adult. I’m not a baby, but everyone treats me like a baby and this is very, very, veeery tiring. And unfair. But sometimes good. I am a Russian blue cat, I am thoroughbred, but I’ve no idea why or if it matters. For some people it seems to have a huge meaning. I cost a pile of brass – so says Zofijka. If I were a human, apparently I’d be a tsar of All Russia – so says my human mum. I don’t know neither what is brass nor what is the tsar of All Russia, but I do know, that it’s probably a compliment. They always tell me compliments. “Misha, you are so pretty”. “Misha, you’re so soft”. “Misha, you smell so nice”. Sometimes it’s fine, but sometimes boring. Most often it is boring. I am rather small. I eat very much, but you can see most of my bones and I don’t grow at all. I’ll probably stay this way, pity, but Zofijka and Mila say, that this is very good. My fur is grey, but glitters a bit blu-like, so that’s why I’m kind of blue. My eyes are green. I am very smooth and soft, some people lay on me because of this and won’t even think that maybe it bothers me and I can barely breathe. Am I a pillow or what? But you can’t talk to people. I have really big ears. Well I guess not so very big, but my head is small, so it looks like they were big. I like to look at myself in the mirror. Or on the photos. I love to drink water, from wherever I can, only not from my own bowl, it’s so boring. It’s better to drink water from the flowerpot. I like to look at birds, catch and eat flies, mosquitoes and spiders. My human mum is deadly afraid of spiders and always calls me very shrilly, when any comes to visit me.

I very, very, very dislike noisy sounds. I had to get used to them a bit, because Zofijka makes always very loud sounds, but I dislike when someone yells at me, screams “Misha!” so loudly, or when something is playing loudly, or when Zofijka tells me something to the ear. I will hear her anyway, won’t I? I always slap her face with my ears then. They mistreat me very much, don’t you think so? I am very poor.And I can’t get chicken breasts everyday, as I’d like, and there arent’ as many cartboard in our house as I’d like and I often can’t do what I want.

But the worst is that I can’t go outside on the backyard. OK, sometimes I can, on the terrace, but really rarely, and what do I have of it? It isn’t a pleasure. Some cats run allover their backyard, we have such wild cats on our backyard and they still call me and then I meow loudly as well. Other cats run, but whenever I only get a bit away, everyone runs after me immediately and shout Misha. Mila says that’s because I am so pretty and someone would steal me at once. But I would come back quickly, really. I’d just look around the whole world and I would come back. And my human mum says, that if I want to lounge on all the beds and lie in the bedsheets, especially at Mila’s, ’cause she is allergic to me, I surely won’t go outside, because if I don’t go out, she isn’t allergic almost at all. And I can catch some illness, because they haven’t vaccinated me. I don’t get these people. But other than that I think I’m happy. Cuz I can do many things, I don’t have to eat only my food, like apparently many cats have to, I get chicken and rabbit and lots of snacks and fish yummmm and kabanosy, mine and for humans and sausage. Today I didn’t get anything besides cat food and some usual snacks which Mila gives me everyday.

I have very sensitive tummy and sometimes when I eat something unhealthy or too much of food it happens that I throw up. It rarely happens, but when it does, I am always very surprised and everyone yells at me and calls me names. Mum says to me what have you done you blockhead (well, sheep, not blockhead literally, it’s ridiculous, I’m not a sheep, don’t you see?). Sometimes she also says that’s because I gnaw away sausage like a Russian hick and then she says I have some diet. I don’t know what is diet and where I have it, but I don’t wanna know, I don’t like it anyway. But I always get something the next day and they share with me if they eat any meat. But when they eat meat and I can’t, I am always very sad and sit alone somewhere. It’s especially sad when I’ve never eaten something they’re eating without me and it smells nicely. Why can’t they ever guess that maybe I wanna eat it too?

I don’t know any animals, only from a distance.

I know only one dog, who was with us before for a few days. Her name was Peppa and she liked me very much, like everyone does, I liked her too. We played together. And then she ran away and I was a bit sad. I like people, but I’d like to get to know some animals, because I’m bored sometimes, when nobody’s at home. One of my younger brothers was supposed to be with us before, Mila wanted to call him Sasha, but he was born ill so didn’t come to us.

My real mum’s name is Hansa Luft and apparently she is very pretty. ZOfijka saw her. But nobody have ever seen my dad, ’cause he lives abroad. He’s Czech and his name is Jupiter. Did I mention, that I like cartonboards very much?

If I didn’t, I do now. I like cartonboards very much. As every cat, but I am exceptional anyway and I know it. I had one cartonboard on Mila’s table for a very long time, but it picked dust and lots of my fur was inside so mum had to take it away and throw out. I slept there very often during the day. I have also one at Zofijka’s, one in my human parents’ room and many cartonboards are downstairs in the laundry and in the cellar and in the garrage, but they rarely let me in there, because they always close the door there, I don’t know why and then it bothers them when I groan that I want out. And then I have dirty paws when I go in there.

I have many others beds too. At night, most often I sleep in the basket, which stands on Mila’s bed, or I loll with someone on the bedsheets, but I don’t like to loll on the bedsheets for the entire night, ’cause people toss and turn awfully lot and sometimes for example while they sleep, they lay on my tail. It doesn’t hurt, but pisses off, cuz you can’t move and when you move, they wake up immediately and mumble Misha don’t go, you are so warm. That is my destiny. I also have a bed on Mila’s or Zofijka’s wardrobe. Mila doesn’t like, when I lay down on her wardrobe in the basket that stands there, if I lie on Zofijka’s wardrobe, it’s because I don’t want anyone to bother me.

I also like sometimes to sleep in another, smaller room that Zofijka has, on the sofa or wherever else. And I like to sleep on the suitcases in mum’s dressing room, or inside of them. I like to go into the bags, even to strangers’ bags, when they come to us and I check how it smells like in there. Honestly, I prefer their bags from themselves, if someone comes without one, I almost don’t pay any attention to them. Once I squeezed in one lady’s bag and she took a picture of me and sent to Facebook, and everyone chattered about it all day long. I can pose to photos very well. The only thing that pisses me off are these flashes in cameras and when someone wants me to pose for a long time, no, I don’t agree. One photo and I go away. I don’t like and I can’t play with cat toys. I prefer feathers, especially those which smell like forest and birds, sticks, rubbers, hair-bands, and the most – Zofijka.

Zofijka has her disatvantages, but you can play with her hide and seek, jump on her back – on everyone’s you can, jump over her, pounce on her, roll with her on the floor… But does she really have to scream all the time, and carry me in baby carriage? And catch me, when I have other plans? When I was younger, I was very afraid of Zofijka. But now I know what to do to not be bothered by her so much and where to hide. And when I hide from her, mum says Misha you are not that stupid. Thanks. But who said I am?

I like to bite plants. Mila says I have a chloro-something defficiency and they’ll need to buy me some vitamins. Once I’ve bitten Christmas tree and then puked. I like oils as well.

Our mummy has very many bottles with oils, once she greased me just for fun with coconut oil, so I could smell nicely and I liked it a lot.

I also like to lick people’s fingers when they have oil on them, or when they smell with meat. I like to smell freshly used socks, especially Olek’s. I don’t drink milk. It’s not healthy for me and it’s not healthy for all cats, which don’t drink their mums’ milk. So says my present mum.

Well, it has to be so. If I drink milk, i need to rush to the loo and I sometimes need to run there a few times. Luckily I run very fast. But instead sometimes, very rarely, I get some yoghurt, kefir or buttermilk or whey, Zofijka once shared with me some of her vanilla pudding. Ahhhh! How delicious it was. I still dream about it sometimes.

Apparently sometimes I mutter something while sleeping. Not purr like cats normally do, I talk something in my Mishy language. Mila says so. Most often I have very serene and calm dreams, but sometimes I dream that I run away from someone and my muscles are jumping in all my paws and I wake up a bit frightened, but I stop thinking about it quickly and fall asleep again. I like different smelly things. Not all, but many. I won’t tell you which, cuz people really don’t like many of these things. I can growl almost like a dog, when something really hurts me. It isn’t funny at all. Ah, and people often laugh at me. I hate when Olek annoys me and plays meowing cats on his phone, then I don’t know, where they are and am very afraid and I feel like running very far away. I like to wallow in carrier bags, it’s the best when someone puts me into a carrier bag and walks with me like with groceries.

I can’t stand when they call me “she”.

Zofijka’s friends often do so. Not only that they scream, but also: “Oh, Mishka, awwww, you’re so pretty. Why did she run away?” Other people say so too, even though often finally either mum or Mila can’t stand this too and says that I am a guy. But they pretend they don’t hear it, like me, anyway they often do so. (Misha ends with an A, like almost all Polish feminine names, that’s why people get confused).

Also I hate when Zofijka calls me Michelle, or woman. She says so when I’m afraid of something or cry a lot. Mila comforts me that Michelle is also a French name for guys, but I don’t care, I am Misha, not Michelle. That I can’t have children, it doesn’t mean I’m a woman.

It is me who watches over it all here and if not me, this house would turn upside down.

They call me names very often.

All of them.

I have many nicknames.

Putin, Sakashvili (Sakashvili’s name is Mikheil, so Misha), Mysza (it literally can mean big mouse in Polish), Miska (bowl in Polish), Misa and Micha (big bowl), Miseczka (small bowl), Mishołów (a word game on the word “myszołów” which means buzzard), Mishmasz or Mishmash, Misha klisza, Mishka kiszka, The Grey Brother, Clochard, Sackful of Potatoes… And my terrible human father always calls me either skunk or duffer. Or Sakashvili sometimes. And I totally don’t know what it all means.

I don’t like to be lonely. I always cry a lot then until I fall asleep and I am very sad and when everyone comes back, I lay down at the door and wait for someone to snuggle me and roll me on the floor.

Everybody says then that I fainted, because I lay down on the floor so suddenly. The best it would be if everyone would always be at home, but if I could have some only mine, Mishy place, where noone could bother me and I’d take care of myself there and if I’d like, I’d come out for food, play or cuddles.

I hope I didn’t bore you. I know, my life is very boring. I even don’t know any animals closer, any cats, and I’ve never eaten a bee, but I’d really like to, cuz one day I saw such a big, pretty bee and almost chased it. Sometimes though something happens in my life and if you’d like, I can talk to you about it.

If I will feel like it.

Mishest regards to all.

Misha