A li’l pic of Misha.

   Hey people! 🙂 

   A little while ago SH was interested in seeing Misha’s photos on my blog. And, well, I do have quite a few of them on here, but it made me realise that they’re all quite old, the most recent one is probably from two years ago. Which made me think that some new Mishpics would be a good idea. I just rarely think about this since, being blind, photos are generally not something I pay much attention to myself and often forget about the fact that other peeps definitely do. 

   Misha was taking a morning nap in his basket on the radiator in the living room (he also has a fox fur in it so it must be a really warm place to be in) and his paw was sticking out in a funny way, as if he was trying to warm it up by the radiator, so my Mum took a pic of him and I asked her to send it to me as well, and so here is a pic of Misha recharging his batteries Please do let me know in case I don’t insert this photo correctly or it displays in a weird way or whatever, because it is my first time adding a photo to a post using my Mac blogging app (just shows you how often I add photos to blog posts given that I’ve had my Mac for over half a year now 😀 ) and I don’t really have a way of finding out if I do it right since obviously I can’t see it. 

But I just wanted to taste it!

Hhrrru? 😻

It’s Misha. How are you pets and peeps doing?

As for me, I’m going to the vet today. I overheard Mum talking to Mila about that and Mum brought my basket downstairs – the one I like to sleep in – and she’ll carry me in it there. Sasha’s going too, he’s still crying. I mean, he’s not really crying, but his eyes are watery all the time and he has to take those awful eye drops and he hates it. It’s not nice, I know it, but I don’t think it’s really as awful as it seems to be for him, it’s always a big trouble for peeps to give him those eye drops because he is very scared and acts as if he was scared. For me it’s unpleasant, but not scary. THere are much more scary things out there. But Sasha isn’t scared of them. I guess everyone has their own fears and everyone thinks their own are the biggest and most important and most serious. But I wanted to say that I’m stressed, because of that vet visit. It always stresses me out. But Sasha isn’t stressed at all. I hope I’m now healthy, but I was throwing up earlier today. Mila got scared I thhink, she always does. And Mum got cross with me. But it’s not because I’m still sick.

Mum had some pickled herrings and I just felt such a very strong urge to try them. I couldn’t resist it! They were very surprised – “Wow, Misha, your taste is changing?!” – I ate A LOT of them and very very quickly, I didn’t even bite everything, and Mum was like WOOOOW Misha are you OK? And then I felt quite weird so I left the kitchen and then I threw it all up immediately.

Now I know herrings are not for me. I mean, pickled herrings. But if I wouldn’t taste them, would I know it? Sure not! So what’s the whole drama about? I just like to have some adventures once in a while.

And recently I don’t like my usual snacks as much as I used to. Mum says I’m fussy and capricious. Sasha, on the other hand, eats everything, even my food and my snacks. And poops and pees all the time. Not always where he should. They get really cross with him all the time, but he’s likeable and sweet and I guess that’s why he’s still here and not in a shelter. Zofijka once told me that some animals have to be in shelter, when no one wants them. I’m glad someone wants me. I wouldn’t like to be in a shelter. I wouldn’t have my own place and there would be so many animals. And I think it’s just unseenly for a Russian blue to be in a shelter, so I’m glad that Sasha isn’t either, it would be a shame for us Russian blues.

I don’t know what to do now. My basket is downstairs, and Sasha sleeps on Mila’s wardrobe – in MY very personal hideout. I don’t know why she let him come in there. I’m not jealous. I just want my things to smell like me, otherwise I’m stressed and I don’t know what to do and I feel like it’s not mine anymore so no one likes me because everything here smells like Sasha. I know that in fact they like me more because I was the first and they know me longer and I poop where I should and not wherever I am at the moment, but I still feel this way. It’s awful. Maybe I’ll go downstairs and lie in my basket anyway.

On Wednesday we were home alone – me and Sasha. Olek popped in for a while but other than that, we were home alone. They closed us in the cellar. I like the cellar, but I didn’t like to be closed in one room with Sasha all day long. But Mum had to close Sasha so that he wouldn’t poop God knows where and Sasha hadn’t been in the cellar before so he’d be scared on his own. He’s always scared when he’s on his own, just like Zofijka, silly baby. Well I actually told him I won’t call him baby anymore since today, because he had caught a fly and ate it whole. He is better at it than me.

So anyway I was closed too. Mum made lots of toys for us and gave us all our toys, well, they are mine, but I don’t play with them, I rather prefer playing with things like feathers or leaves that smell very nice, but Sasha will play with anything. We had food and drink and our litterboxes and lots of room to play, and it would be fun, but I was stressed because Sasha was with me all the time. He is nice, but I’m still fearful of him. I can’t help it. But he likes me. He likes to lie on me and purr, but I didn’t let him. I curled on the windowsill and looked at him playing and then we both fell asleep. Sasha pooped to his litterbox and on the pouf, and I felt I need to poop too, but was too stressed. And I barely ate anything. When they finally came back it was already dark outside. Mum washed Sasha and cleaned up his poops and let him out and finally I could relax and do my business, when he was out of there. I don’t like to do it when someone else is with me. So yeah, I’m still having a lot of stressful time.

Tomorrow mum is going for a cat show, but no, I am not going, luckily. I would hate it, but they say they would hate it too – if I was touched and looked at by everyone around. Sasha isn’t going either, he’d maybe like it, but he wouldn’t fit in with his always tearful eyes and who knows where he’d decide to poop at the show, he can be quite unpredictable as for places he chooses for it.

Mum jus came back from the shop, so I think we’ll soon go to the vet.

Mishhugs and Mishpurrs for everyone. 🤗

Misha 💙

A little update and a video of Misha and Sasha.

Hi guys. 🙂

Wanted to tell you that Misha is doing surprisingly well today. I hope I won’t jinx it. 😀 He is eating well now and is much less apathetic and miserable. We think maybe those two shots he got yesterday helped to regress the cat flu or something. I am doing much better emotionally too.

I have something special for you because of that. I’ve just got a video of Misha and Sasha from my Mum, it was recorded some time ago, shortly after Sasha came to live with us.

I think it’s gorgeous, so I wanted to share it with you all, hope you’ll like it, and you’ll also have a possibility to see Sasha for the first time, and hear how loudly he purrs, Misha hardly ever purrs so loudly.

Enjoy. 🙂

https://www.dropbox.com/s/h8yonjm1pkrg9p0/20181001_163519.mp4?dl=0

Feeling like a lonely leaf…

Hhrrru?

It’s Misha Pisha. How are you doing pets and peeps? Hope everyone is feeling good.

I’ve slept through all the day yesterday, and most of today. Mum and Mila went out somewhere earlier today, and I was at home only with Olek, but he was in his room watching TV and didn’t care about me at all, he never does. And I was feeling lonely. Lonely as a leaf. I always say I’m lonely as a leaf when I feel lonely. And then Zofijka laughs and says leaves aren’t lonely because they’re together on a branch, or when they fall they are in a pile. But sometimes tey are lonely. Sometimes when it’s autumn one leaf is left on the branch while all the other have just fallen. And I bet he’s feeling lonely and cold without other leaves to keep him company. And even if there are no leaves on a tree, they aren’t always all in the pile. Sometimes it’s windy and the wind can blow one leaf away from the rest and leave him some place when he’s alone. Or with other pile of leaves that he doesn’t know, but that’s another story, luckily I didn’t have to ever change my pile of leaves, well, only once, when I was very small and was taken away from my cat Mummy, but I don’t remember it almost at all now. But I sometimes have those days when I feel lonely as a leaf. Even if people say my comparison is stupid, I don’t think it is. Do you know what idiom is there in the Polish language to say someone is lonely? Lonely as a finger! Does that make sense? No! Neither for peeps, nor even for cats! So why can’t I feel lonely as a leaf, if someone might feel lonely as a finger?!

For those of you who don’t read my Mishposts from the beginning of this blog, you probably are confused as for how can I talk to people and you probably think I’m just making it up. I’m not. Or, well, just kind of… We have a game with Mila and Zofijka, that I can talk. Mila made it up and Zofijka seems to believe that I can really talk even though she’s 11 already. But I think she wants to believe in it. I just need to connect to someone’s brain with mine, and I just talk via this person, and it works a bit like a phone connection, we can connect and disconnect whenever we want and I just talk. Usually I connect to Mila because it is usually Zofijka who wants to talk to me, or we three talk together sometimes, so, ya know, she doesn’t want to seem that she is talking to herself, she doesn’t want to seem crazy, and she says that when I am connected to her I’m talking bullshit. They both like to talk to me though, particularly in the evenings.

Anyway, I felt lonely as a leaf so I was hanging around the house on my own and crying. But no one even heard me so then I went upstairs and to Mum’s wardrobe and lied there and fell asleep for a while, and I dreamt about leaves being blown away each in different direction and not being able to find each other and I was also a flying leaf in this dream. Finally though I heard some bustle downstairs so it meant they’re back. Mum found me soon and I had lunch and then went upstairs to Mila’s room and we were snuggling and I got a lot of snacks and was purring. Then I climbed up on the wardrobe in her room and slept there for a while and I think I’ll go back there after I write this.

Sleepy Mishpurrs from

Misha

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And yet another sleepy week.

Hhrrru?

How are you all pets and peeps doing? It’s Misha, in case you forgot what’s my name, it’s very difficult after all. I find my memory very short now in this heat. I can’t even remember my dreams… Or maybe I don’t have any… ‘Cause other than dreams there isn’t much to remember if I’m honest. I’ve been mostly sleeping lately, or eating, or drinking, yeah I’m drinking quite a lot. Zofijka came back on Tuesday, that was some change, I at least motivated myself to play with her for a while but then I got back to sleep. I’m a bit worried my peeps are doing it on purpose. Heating up the house so much, so that it makes me sleepy, or maybe they give me some sleeping pills in my food, so that I am calm and don’t wanna go out? DO you think it’s possible? I think it is, they like it when I sleep. But I don’t let them to be satisfied, I have my own views on things too! I know that they like when I sleep because then they can cuddle me or do whatever they want with me. So I always go away from them so that they can’t see me. I climb up somewhere high, or lie in a wardrobe, or something like this, and no one knows where I am. So at least I have some peace of mind. Today in the morning, when I woke up from my night sleep and went downstairs to eat something, Zofijka asked me if I wanted a brother or a sister and which I’d like more. I told her I’d rather want a brother, but a sister could be nice too, if she’d like to play with me and do what I wanted her to. Zofijka says she will get a dog. That would be fabulous for me, if he/she lived in the house with me, but it probably wouldn’t be so. And besides, Zofijka just says what she wants to be true, I already know this. She’s always wanted to have a dog, a girl, with whom she could play and go for walks and such. But Mum sometimes says she wants a dog too, and then she says she doesn’t, and then she says she wants another cat, and then that she hates even me and she’s fed up with me. So I think it would be silly to listen to the peeps, they never know what they want. Mum is sick, she’s having something with her ears, and when I’m not asleep she’s constantly mad at me, well not at me, at her ears, but she thinks it’s me. But I’m not mad at her, I don’t care, it’s even a bit funny. Why do they think I’d care about their mod or what they think about me? Weird, really.

OK, off to sleep again, I can’t keep my eyes open any longer. Sleep well pets and peeps.

Mishpurrs.

Misha

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Sleepy…

Hhrrru?

It’s Misha. Sorry I haven’t posted anything last week. I was too hot and Mila wasn’t particularly in the mood so we just gave it up. I hope no one missed me too much. Just a little bit.

We’ve been having a lot of sunshine lately and it’s hot all the time. Today not so much, and my human Dad says there may be a storm soon, but we’ve had a few storms already and it’s still the same, only more humid. Peeps are getting a bit sick of it, but for me it’s OK, it just makes me so very slow and sluggish and sleepy. But I like being sleepy. I can have lots of nice dreams then.

Though I would be happier if the peeps would let me out for a little while. But nooo they’re so stupid and boring and stubborn and don’t understand me!!! They only let me sometimes sit at the window and then they watch me carefully as if they thought I’m gonna fly away in a second. Horrible peeps.

Today they let me sit at the window for a while. Mum was washing Mila’s window and I was sitting and looking at her and at the world. I like to look at the nature or what’s going on outside the house but I also like to watch what peeps are doing here, if they’re doing a lot, like cleaning for example. I love observing them. Particularly if they don’t see me. And then Mum wanted to put the mosquito net at Mila’s window, and I was watching the procedure carefully, but it didn’t last long because it turned out that the net is too short so they have to buy a new one. The one thing they don’t know is that there is much easier solution, much cheaper and right in front of their noses. It’s ME!

They could just let me sit in the window and I would be happy to catch and eat all the insects that would fly in. Or I would just scare them so that they would fly out, I can be very scary when I want to. And then I would fly out with them for a while. But I would come back soon, don’t worry, I’m not that awful. I would just go for a little trip with them insects from time to time. That would be lovely.

But they never, ever take me seriously.

Zofijka is away for a few days. She was gone on Wednesday and she still hasn’t come. But I don’t miss her too much. She’d want me to play with her or lie together with her constantly and for me it’s way too exhausting right now. I didn’t even notice when she was gone, I realised it the next day when I woke up after a long long sleep.

OK, back to sleep now. I’m terribly tired.

Mishpurrs and all the mishest for all of you, pets and peeps.

Misha

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And where is zofijka?

Hhrrru?

It’s Misha. I wonder, where is Zofijka? I haven’t seen her in a while. She haven’t been home at all this week too. They say she’s on a trip. I must admit, I miss her a little. It’s sometimes boring without her. But I get lots of yummy food, and everyone is pampering me. I can do just what I want, I don’t have to do what Zofijka tells me. It’s very nice. Oh well, last night I couldn’t do what I wanted, but then it was OK. I lied down to sleep at my favourite sofa in the living room, and at night I heard someone calling me. It was Mila. She found me, and wanted me to go with her to her room so that we could sleep together. It was real late, I guess she couldn’t sleep without me or something. Like I don’t care about the time but it could be around 3 AM I guess because we have a big clock in the living room and it was chiming three times. I was pissed off. I just slept so well, had such a nice dream. And people say I am selfish. They’re selfish. Selfish like shelfish. I am not selfish. If I was selfish, I wouldn’t go with her. But I did… um, OK, I did, because she had my favourite snacks. I couldn’t resist. But then it was OK, because we lied in bed together and it was very nice and we snuggled. We both felt asleep quickly and Mila said in the morning that I am the best sleeping pill in the world. she always says so when I sleep with her. I know it, I have a sleeping mousse in my bones and when someone lies beside me, they doze off immediately. and this mousse is addictive, so after some short time you can’t fall asleep without me. Mila says she will have a present for me. I wanted to know what it will be, but she only said that it’s a toy. I’m so curious. I’m always curious. About so many things. And I’m curious when will Zofijka come back.

Mishpurrs.

Misha

My peeps are back.

Hhrrru?

It’s Misha. My human parents were out on the trip for a few days. And Zofijka went to grandparents’. I of course stayed home with Mila and Olek, my peeps never take me anywhere with them. I slept most of those three days. But I also had lots of fun with Mila. We played with beans. We snuggled for hours, we started to like each other even more. And I had so many yummy snacks. Mila said that even I deserve to have holidays and so should get more yummy food. I was really happy. Zofijka popped in for a while yesterday and I was a bit frightened she came back, I don’t like to be with Zofijka when Mum isn’t around, but she just stroked me and said I am a very lovely baby.

I like to be alone when I can choose it and when I can always come back to others when I want but I don’t like being lonely, so I was sticking to Mila all the time and she kept saying it’s so much not like me. It is, but I reeally don’t like being forced to be lonely. And I am just nosy so wanted to see all what she was doing. Mila said I was behaving very well.

And a few hours ago I heard them coming back. We both actually thought it’s Olek but it turned out they came back. We were very surprised.

Everyone wanted to hug me, and they were so nice to me. I hoped they’ll have something for me, maybe a toy or a treat or something, but they didn’t have anything. But Mum went to the kitchen and gave me my favourite sauce. I love it so so so much. I am not sleepy at all, I slept all day through and now I want to play, but Zofijka seems tired and hungry and eats and eats all the time and is kinda grumpy.

I liked it when we were alone but now it’s really cool when we are all together.

I wouldn’t like to be a vegetarian, but veggies are interesting.

Hhrrru?

Yes it’s me Misha, I know you all know it already. For those who don’t, you most probably haven’t meet me before. I am Misha an dI am 2 years old and I am Mila’s Russian cat who likes to hang out with peeps and animals, but am also afraid of them. And I don’t know many animals, only a few dogs and aquarium fish, and spiders and flies. I like to play, particularly with natural toys, not the ones you can get at a cat shop. You’d better either make me a toy yourself or give me something simple and natural to play with like a feather or a leaf and I’ll be far more happy, and for longer. I am a minimalist, when it comes to play, and most other things, but I still like to have it comfy around me, and I’m very picky as for food. Because I am an aristocat obviously.

SO that’s a little about me for those of you who didn’t know me before or didn’t know me from the beginnings of Mila’s blog.

I wanted to tell you I am starting to explore the potential of vegetables. I really like them. I’ve been only familiar with flowers or other plants before, I like to smell them, and I loved to bite them, but now people don’t let me bite them because one day I had eaten a lot of some decorative grass that was very sharp, and then I was very sick. I’m sure I wouldn’t get sick again, I wouldn’t even eat that much, and we don’t have that grass any longer, but the peeps are constantly watching me when I’m around any plants. Zofijka says it hurts them when I bite them, I wonder if that’s true, how do you think? After all peeps and other animals do eat plants, so even if they hurt, it looks like it has to be so. Unless they kill their plants before they eat them so they don’t feel the pain.

A few days ago though, Mum was in the garden picking some peep food and she come out with some very funny stuff in the basket. I came closer to it and pulled one of those things from the basket. It looked so cool, so nice to play with, just perfect for me. As long and thin as me. Mum came in to the kitchen. “Oh, our little Misha likes beans. Maybe we’d make some bean soup for you, sweetie?”. No, I don’t want bean soup, I want to play with it. I pulled another bean from the basket. And I played with them both. And then Mila played with me as well, and that was so nice. I engaged in the play so much that I clicked loudly and hhrrrued as I always do when something absorbs me completely, and even bit them, and after some time they were bitten all over, but they weren’t yummy. Then Mila packed me up into the veg basket which was empty now gave me my beans and brought me to her room. I played in that small basket on her bed. I knocked it over so that only my head was in it and the basket turned upside down and covered me. And I much preferred playing under it with my little beans. Mila said I looked like a happy baby. But I’m not a baby, am I? I’m 2 years old, I am an adult man. But they always treat me like a baby. But sometimes it’s good. And I still like playing with beans even though I’m 2 already. We Russian blues are always very playful. My beans were with me even at night and I played with them, and when someone held them I was following them everywhere, because I love beans, but then I played with them in the kitchen and throwed them around everywhere and I lost them. And there are no more beans, because Mum baked them. I’m mad at her. I want my beans back! But my toys often get lost and no one bothers finding them for me.

Besides beans, I had also tasted another yucky thing recently, that looked interesting. Last week Mila has bought some peep snacks and treats from other countries for herself and other peeps. They came in a big, rustling cartonboard, which I loved. They opened it and before they even unpacked it I went inside and lied on the packets. Mila said that this thing on top seems most yummy. They are so doting on me, particularly Mila, that they were afraid to get me out of there, because I lied so comfortably. Finally though I went out and they unpacked everything. But the cartonboard is still here and I like to lie or play in it, there are also some packets in it that wait for Zofijka and I like to play with them and kneat and flop them down with my paws. Zofijka will have everything crumbled when she comes back home. Anyway, Mila has bought herself some potato chips from America, apparently just because they’re spicy and because they have Jack in their name, and she’s bought them for Dad too because he is Jacek. For me that’s very odd but anyway. They sounded very nice when she opened them. And it interested me a lot. SO I came closer to her. I hoped it’s some snacks for me, btw isn’t it cruel she hasn’t bought anything for me? But it wasn’t for me but for the peeps. But she gave me one chip. It smelled weird, but interesting. I came even closer and smelled the chip carefully. I touched it with my paw, and licked for a while. And then I bit it. I didn’t eat it, but I bit it and I felt its taste. It was yuck and so hot. I went downstairs straight away annd gulped down all the water from my Mishbowl.

Today Mila said I should get a prize. Because I am learning to sleep in bed the whole night. I’ve slept two nights in a row on Mila’s bed, but not in my basket. Yesterday I slept on her pillow, and last night I slept on her feet, wrapped up in blanket. I like sleeping in bed more now. and Mila said I should be prescribed as a medicine for people who have cold feet. I wouldn’t like it though. I think usually peeps have very smelly feet and even if your peeps have too, it’s easier to stand a familiar yucky smell than smell some stranger’s feet hehe. We both slept very well.

And I got my prize. She got me very jelly-like snacks. I like anything thick and jellied, as you know. And I was soooo happy. 🙂

Does anyone else love suitcases?

Hhrrru?

It’s Misha. I’m a little sad today. Zofijka’s going on a camp for an entire week. Yes, I know, I know, I’ve said many times that I am afraid of Zofijka, and I am, a bit, but I still like her, there’s no one else who plays with me as much as she does, and I would sleep all the time and fall into coma if not her. I feel it is going to be an awfully boring week. I hope the other peeps won’t go anywhere. They’re talking about Sweden, I hope they won’t go there. I like to be alone, but not lonely. And if your completely cut off from all the other beings that are alive in the world, besides all the yucky bacteria that I apparently have inside of me, as Zofijka says, so if you’re cut off from everyone and stuck in the house for a week you feel lonely and it isn’t funny anymore. Well, there will be Olek, but he’s mostly at work or goes out with his friends so I won’t see him a lot. I am afraid he will forget to feed me if they go away. But maybe I shouldn’t worry yet…

What I actually wanted to tell you is that in some way I like when someone is going somewhere for a longer time. I like to assist them with packing. Zofijka has such a large suitcase! I love it. Sleeping in all the possible suitcases is one of the most attractive holiday activities for me! Zofijka’s suitcase is particularly cosy. She wanted me to go out and lie beside it if I like it so much but I didn’t, I just stayed there so she had it a bit difficult to pack, with such an extra luggage, so she had to put all her things over me. But I didn’t care. It was a bit too tight, but still very warm and cosy, and I tink I always look very appealing in a good suitcase, no matter how much other stuff are there besides hehehehe. Everyone was amazed when they were coming to Zofijka’s room.

Unfortunately now Zofijka is packed and the suitcase is closed, and I can only lay on it, which isn’t as interesting. And I wish I could do something so she wouldn’t go tomorrow. Who will play with me? I think I’ll spend the rest of the day with Zofijka.

Mishpurrs.

Misha Pisha

Misha Pisha again.

Hhrrru?

It’s Misha again. I am bored. I don’t know what to do with myself. I’m going from one room to another and am meowing. My human parents are going somewhere, Mum is wearing high heels so I think I shouldn’t expect they to come soon. Maybe Zofijka will play with me. I would really like to play with someone. Just don’t know what to do with myself. I’ve got new food recently. It’s yummy. It’s another sauce. I love sauces. Of wet food it’s actually the only thing I like to eat. I usually lick all the sauce and leave the pieces of meat, they’re often yucky. Peeps say they have to be stuffed with chemistry if I don’t want to eat them and prefer people food. And Dad says I’m just picky.

Misha Pisha

It’s Misha Pisha.

Hhrrru?

How are you guys doing? I just wanted to pop in for a while, I will write something longer tomorrow. I wanted to tell you I have a beautiful day today. It’s raining and it looks like we’ll be having a massive gale in a while, but I don’t care, I’m tucked up in my favourite blanket and I’m lying on Mila’s bed and purring. I only purr when I’m very very happy and secure. I like to lie on this blanket and snuggle into it, it’s so soft and warm and it smells like me already. Mila says I look like a little baby now and that I am very beautiful. I surprised her again, she didn’t know I’m here. She came in to her room and sat on the bed and then she saw me beside her and was very happy. And we lied for a while and I purred. And Zofijka came in for a while too. Both Zofijka and Mila have lots of nicknames for me. And today Zofijka calls me Misha Pisha all the time. And I like it. I like being Misha Pisha. Not like it means anything, it’s just my nickname. Sometimes Mila calls me Cisza, cisza means silence in Polish and they say it fits me very well because I am so so quiet. How do you like my new nickname Misha Pisha? And what’s going on for you guys?

Pishpurrs

Misha Pisha

They let me out.

Hhrrru?

It’s your boring Misha again. How you’re guys doing? Did something interesting happen to you?

I had a big adventure last weekend. Mum let me go with her on the terrace, but she said she’ll let me stay only if I’d be calm and peaceful. I tried to be, or at least pretended to be. Mum sat in the armchair and chatted to me for a while but then did her own thing. She sunbathed and phoned someone and they talked really reeeeeally long. And I realised she doesn’t care about me at all. So I stopped caring about being calm and peaceful, how could I be if there was such a gorgeous opportunity for me. I was sitting under Mum’s armchair but I sneaked out on to the roof and then on the grass. I was free! Free again! I walked majestically around, looking at the world around me like a king, I couldn’t believe my luck. Now I could explore the world! My dream has come true! I was quite surprised that no one is running after me, but they weren’t. Mum didn’t see anything. I managed to have a bit of a walk around the backyard until they realised. I heard Zofijka screaming “Look, he’s there! There! Neear the river!”, she sounded terrified. And then, Zofijka and Dad started to chase me. Zofijka yelled Miiiiiiishaaaaa!!! Miiiiishaaaa! But I wouldn’t stop. I ran very fast. Finally Dad stopped me. And he was cross with me, you know? Everyone was. Stupid sun, and my fur, if my fur wasn’t so shiny, Zofijka wouldn’t notice me. I was very sad that my adventure finished so quickly. Did they really think I wouldn’t ever come back? I just wanted to explore the world, and I would come back when I’d finish. But Mum started to lecture me like a baby that someone could steal me, or other animals could scratch me or even eat me. But I like other animals. If they saw I like them, they would like me to, wouldn’t they? I want to meet other animals and play with them. But sadly, Mum decided that from now on, she won’t even let me go on the terrace, because it only makes me more nerevous and more wanting to go out than when I’m at home. That’s so sad.

But it wasn’t the end of my adventures. Two days later, I woke up veery early and was hungry but I’ve already had eaten everything I had in my bowl in the evening and everyone was asleep so no one could feed me. So I went upstairs to Mila and meowed at her to let me in and give me some snacks. So she did, and then we both went back to bed and cuddled. And she stroked my head and massaged my ears as I like it and then she saw I have something on my ear. She was looking at it but she couldn’t figure out what it is. And then she showed it to Mum. And Mum screamed: “Oh! Misha’s got a tick!”. And then, the fuss started. Everyone was looking at me and touching my ear and asking how it happened, and Mum said there’s no other way than that I got him at my little Sunday walk. They were terrified. Honestly? I was too. Because after they brought me home after my walk Zofijka lectured me about the ticks and that they suck all the blood out of you and then you’re weaker and weaker and you suddenly die! That was so scary. I was veery scared. And what now? Am I gonna die? I was very, very, very afraid of death. I didn’t want to die. I could even swear that I won’t ever go out again if I could stay alive. I wanted to live. I love my life. And what will my lovely peeps do without me? and, what’s even more concerning, what will I do without them?

They finally left me and I was walking arund in confusion, waiting for when I’ll get weak. I could feel it getting down my veins in search of blood… or maybe I just had chills of fear… whatever it was, it was scary. Peoples rushed around and I don’t even know how and when, but finally I ended up in my basket, the one that always stands on Mila’s bed, which is also my transporter, and someone put the cover on it so that I couldn’t get out. I closed my eyes. Are they going to bury me when I’m still alive? Or maybe they will throw me away in this basket and live me alone because they are afraid of ticks? Oh, I really regretted my Sunday escapade, I regretted it so so much. If I had another chance, I wouldn’t escape again. They placed me on the floor and I looked at them as I could from my basket and they looked like they’re going out somewhere. Maybe they put me into this basket because they want to be sure I won’t escape now. Stupid peeps! Do they think I would do this again to get another tick. I felt sick and didn’t know if it is of fear, or because I was dying. Mum asked Mila and Zofijka if they want to go with her and Misha. “Where are they taking me?” – I thought anxiously. Zofijka said “Yess yess!” and Mila said she would stay home because she is sure I’ll have enough moral support from them both and she is too doting for me and always feels upset when I hurt. Is someone going to hurt me? I was seriously scared, more and more. Is my death going to be painful? Was I really such a bad kitty? I sighed, there wasn’t much I could do now, and lied down in my little, comfy bed, closing my eyes. Then someone picked me up and carried somewhere for a long long time, opening and closing different doors, and finally they placed me somewhere where it was very noisy. I startled and someone stroked me. I opened my eyes. It was Zofijka. And I was in the car.

As much as I like going out, even on the leash, if I can go out where I want, I hate being in the car. It’s so noisy and boring and everything is rocking. But I was too confused to even meow, I meowed only once during that neverending ride.

They carried me out, and into some room. And there were other animals. But I wasn’t happy to see them. I was rather stressed. I didn’t know where I am and what’s going to happen and what they’re doing here. I’m used to myself being the only animal in the house, other animals are outside – on the backyard or in the forest, so I was shocked seeing them all in one room, and they seemed upset too. And they were held by people too. Zofijka stroked me and reassured me.

And then I felt a massive relief. Mum was talking to someone and told them she wanted the vet to see me and remove the tick… Aaaah! So I just went to the doctor. So maybe I’m not gonna die? Maybe they’ll save me.

The doctor saw me soon and he called me Mishka and was very nice. I was afraid it would hurt when he’d remove the tick, but I was a big, brave boy and I didn’t meow and it didn’t hurt almost at all.

Zofijka patted me on my head slightly and whispered to me “You see? It’s over. You’re alive! But don’t try escaping again. That tick wasn’t clever and fast enough, but next time you might not be so lucky”. I was so happy it was over.

Mum asked the doctor to weigh me and examine me, and he prescribed me some pills for worms. I wanted to ask Zofijka about worms, whether they also can suck the blood of you, but thought I’d rather not do it, what if they do too? It’s better when you don’t know some things. And now as I took those pills, hopefully I’m not going to have worms, if I’ve ever had any.

I will also have blood test in two weeks. I’ve never had one before. But I’m not scared. What I’m pissed off about is that I won’t be allowed to eat the evening before and then in the morning. They want to starve me to death!

When we got out of there, Mum bought me EIGHT CANS of my favourite tomato sauce. I’m lucky with my peeps.

Later that day, I told myself I’m not gonna EVER escape again.

Do you think I’ll succeed?

And what adventures have you had lately?

Mishpurrs

Misa

I burned my paws. And got brand new bowls! And those skunks are so scary!!!

Hhrrru?

It’s Misha again. I’m utterly bored so thought I’d write something. I’ve been having another sleepy, hot week so far. I’m craving to go outside, but they still don’t let me, well they do, but only for a while.

Today there were terrace doors open in Olek’s room and I got out. And… owch! it was awful, it was so hot, like on a frying pan. The tiles were so hot! My paws got burned. I climbed up on the wall but fell down again. Then I climbed up again and ran back into the house. My paws were sore for quite a while, but now they’re OK and they weren’t burned very seriously, just hurt a bit. My stupid peoples think I’ve “learnt a lesson”, but nooo, no such luck, I’m not so fool to not realise how the weather is changing, I’ll just wait for a better moment. They just amaze me, so stupid they are. And they say I am stupid! Sick, innit?

Today Mum was in a supermarket with Zofijka, and just when they got back I knew they have something for me. I always know it because Mum sounds so satisfied when she has something for me. And today they had bowls for me. Four, brand new bowls. One for dry food, one for wet, one for water and one for snacks. I think they are nice, and smell nicely. Mum says they are of porcelain, because an aristocrat needs to have a proper tableware to eat from and it can’t be plastic, but I don’t care. Now Zofijka calls me Miska all the time, because miska is bowl in Polish and it sounds almost like Mishka and Mila told her that Miska is the same as Mishka but in Hungarian. They often call me Misa or Miska etc. but I guess I wrote about all my nicknames before, I have so many of them, why can’t they just stick to Misha? They are really weird, but I even like some of these nicknames.
Zofijka got her birthday present from Mila today. It’s skunk slippers. They are soft and fluffy but they scare me.. They are scary, really. They look likke real skunks – only they don’t smell – and when Zofijka is walking or running or dancing, their tails are moving, and it scares me! And she has them on ALL the time now. I’m nervously worn-out.
What are you afraid of, peoples and animals? How has your week been? Have you been doing something interesting? Mishhugs.
Misha

Misha: so hot!

Hhrrru?

This is boring sleepy Misha again. I won’t bore you for a long time because I’m just too sleepy. This week’s been so so hot. I’ve slept through most of it. And I’m gonna go to sleep straight after I write this post. But I’ve also had some adventures this week too. My peoples have the terrace door open most of the time, they were barbecuing and stuff and it happened A FEW times this week that I was able to sneak out of the house. I was on the roof, it wasn’t my first time, as some of you maybe remember. I love climbing on the roof. It’s such a pity that such aristocrats like me can’t do it whenever they want and normal wild cats can do whatever they want. It should be the opposite, how do you think? Also one day the door was open, Zofijka forgot to close it, and I could just go out o the backyard. Oh boy was I happy! So very very happy! And free. I wanted to travel around the whole world and explore it and have adventures and meet other animals and play with them, fight with them, catch them, eat them… I ran through the whole backyard and then Mum realised I went out and started to chase me. So I ran away even faster. I was very determined to be free and have lots of adventures. But then other peoples also chased me and finally they caught me. I was so so mad, sad, and frustrated. I cried for hours. I wanted to go out and have at least one big adventure, travel somewhere, meet someone, but no… everyone can go out except for Misha. That’s so unfair. Someday I’ll do it for them, maybe in the next life. I’ll keep them home and will be going out when I want, wherever I want, and they will have to stay at home all the time. But now I’m not as mad as then and I am at least glad I could go out for a while and see the whole backyard. Unfortunately I didn’t see any animals.

Is it very hot too where you are, peoples and animals? Did you have some interesting adventures recently?

Sleep well everyone, I’m off to sleep.

Misha

Misha: sleepy week.

Hhrrru?

Misha here. How’s your week going, peoples and animals? Mine is very sleepy. Not much more has been going for me lately. I’ve got some yummy food, lots of tomato sauce. I luuuuuvvvvvvvv tomato sauce. Mum says I’m Italian, not Russian, because she thinks Italian peoples like t eat a lot of tomatoes, spaghetti and stuff. I don’t know how it really is, but if she’s right, I’d love to live in Italy. Tomato sauce is my favourite sauce, but I generally like everything saucy and thick. When I get meat in any kind of sauce and am not very hungry, I’ll usually eat the sauce and leave the meat hehehe. Dad is like me, and Olek too, but the girls say it’s weird and my culinary taste is disgusting. But I know it isn’t and that’s enough for me. Do you like thick sauces like me?

anyone else hates bread as much as me? I hate hate hate hate bread. I can’t understand why people eat so much of it. When I talked to Zofijka and Mila one day, they asked me what food I don’t like the most. And I said that I hate sandwiches with bread. And they were laughing because you only can have sandwiches with bread, even if it is a bread roll or something it’s still a bread after all. But I really really hate bread.

And yes I can talk to Mila and Zofijka. Well it’s just for fun, but I can. We play that I can connect to someone’s brain and if that person is connected to me too, I can talk through her, so either Mila or Zofijka. Usually it is Mila, because Zofijka never knows what I could talk about and doesn’t have many ideas hahahaha. We three talk a lot together particularly at the evenings and enjoy it.

But this week Mum has made up a new nickname for me. Remember I have tons of nicknames? They are good and bad and this time is rather bad but funny. Mum called me Sandwich Thief. Because I really had stolen the sandwich.

Olek made some for himself for work and then he left them in the kitchen and then a lot of stuff was happening and finally he forgot to take them. But I remembered about them. They smelled sooooo yummy. There was a lot of baked ham and yummy cheese, how could anyone forget such a yummy thing? So I just awaited the opportunity.

And it came. Everyone went out, only Mila was at home but she was sleeping. I sneaked into the kitchen, jumped on the countertop, grabbed the whole wrapping paper with sandwiches and very slowly and clumsily walked down and then dragged it out of the kitchen. I dragged it through the floor on the whole way to Mum’s room. It was hard and very very difficult, but it wasn’t my first time, I managed finally. I took it to Mum’s dressing room, where there is very quiet and cosily, a perfect atmosphere for a morning meal.

Now there was another effort ahead of me. I had to unwrap all that. I wasn’t new to it either. But I managed to unwrap only one sandwich. It was always something. I bit into it with delight. Well no, not into the bread. I left it of course. Yuck! I just ate ham and cheese. Mmmmmm yummmy! Looks like food tastes better when it’s stolen. But there was something else and I didn’t eat it. It was yuck ad smelled icky and I didn’t even lick it. Grrrrr! How can people eat such smelly things?

Of course they found out what I did and were mad, but I didn’t care. After all I still left all the other sandwiches for them, so what’s up? And I heard that smelly thing was onion, and when they realised that their being pissed off doesn’t impress me, they started to laugh that Misha is so very picky and doesn’t like onion. What normal being could like onion?! It sure isn’t normal to like onion!!! Now I know why Olek’s room is so smelly hahahahahaha only that the smell in his room is nicer for me. My Mum says it’s his socks that are smelly. You know I like peoples when they smell bad? I do. I like to smell people and sniff my nose in their clothes when they’re sweaty. Mum says I am a good tester when you want to check out who is caring enough about their hygiene hehehe. But I don’t like the smell of onion, that’s for sure. Mum says I’m very picky. But I like chips, and flowers. I love biting flowers. So much that when I was a very little Misha I wanted to bit all the flowers so desperately that I knocked out a few pots. And once my Mum got a decorative grass from our neighbours and I loved it so much that I munched on it all the time. And finally my stomach got upset and it was upset at me for three days so that I could barely eat anything and only lied and slept and had fever. Mum said then that it is a punishment for me because I’m too sneaky. But I’m still sneaky hehehe nothing has changed.

Mishhugs for everyone!

Misha

Does anyone remember me yet? :/

Hhrrru?

It’s Misha. Does anyone remember me? Did anyone miss me? I know I haven’t talked to you in ages, but it’s not my fault. It’s Mila’s. There’s been so much I wanted to tell you, but she was busy all the time and very selfish and didn’t let me write anything for sooo long. And I am afraid no one will remember me now.

But now Mila says she will have time to write for me so I hope she will do it. I really missed you all.

Has anything interesting or funny happened to you during my absence? Please tell me about it. There have been lots of things happening to me, but I sleep so much lately that I forget everything quickly and my Mishbrain gets a hard reset every so often.

My main trouble is still that they don’t let me out. Sometimes they let me, but only on a leash. I was out on my own for a tiny little while a few times but then peoples were always so mad at me. and when I am in the house they’re mad at me too. Because I’m meowing and crying all the time when I see the sun. I just want to be out on my own. I’ve heard that many cats can just go around on their own and go out or in the house as they want. I want it too. I told Zofijka about it, but Zofijka said I am an aristocrat and aristocrats can’t do such things. I don’t want to be aristocrat. I want to go out and run, fight with other cats, catch birds and other animals and eat them, have a girlfriend, wallow in smelly things, feel the taste of things in the bins, have someone to play and argue with. Being a Russian tsar is boring. But no one listens to me either way. When it’s not sunny I forget about the other world and it’s good and then I’m glad I have my yummy sauces, comfy pillows, lots of snacks, chicken breasts, can lounge on the beds, don’t have to share anything with anyone. So actually I don’t know what I want. Mum says that’s puberty for me and that it’ll pass, but I don’t even know if I want it to pass, I want my freedom, and I want to stay comfy.

You know what I’ve heard recently? Mum and Mila talked that I will get a new toy. And it will be a very exceptional toy. I still don’t know what it will be and when I will get it, but I want to have it now. I can’t wait to see it. I am so bored.

Any peoples or animals want to talk to me? I’m so bored and lonely. What have you been up to?

Mishest regards and Mishhugs.

Misha

Me Misha in heathers, the last try. >:( If it won’t post as I want we give up!

Now it’s really, REALLY me Misha in the heathers.

Woops! One picture missing.

It’s me Misha again. So it turns out Mila didn’t post all the pictures of me she had. Mum saw our post and she said so. So I hope this time all will be OK. Let us know if you can see me properly in the heathers.

Misha