Question of the day.

Do you have any favourite recipes/dishes that have been passed down in your family?

My answer:

Yeah we have lots of cakes that my gramma started to bake and then my Mum started too. Or even so that my Mum was making something regularly for different holidays and people from my family stole it. Like her fabulous meringue dessert or orange juice cake. I love my Mum’s meringue, especially when it’s with blueberries. It is a meringue with whipping cream and different fruit. It’s very sweet so the fruit should be rather fresh and juicy, not very sweet like bananas for example. Most often we eat it with strawberries and blueberries, or raspberries, sometimes with cherries, billberries… It’s just sooo yummy everytime you eat it you regret you can’t eat more of it, but like I said it’s very sweet so you get stuffed rather quickly. It’s my Mum’s spectacular dessert. Everyone likes it and it’s easy to make, so any failure is impossible. Also my Mum’s chicken breasts in almond flakes are widely known in our family, as well as her podpiwek. Podpiwek is a Polish non-alcoholic beverage, but apparently before my Mum started doing it, most of our family didn’t even know how it tastes. It’s soooo yummy. And there are also my Mum’s pierogi, with cabbage and mushrooms. I mean, this kind of pierogi is very common in Poland at Christmas time, but people obviously have very varying recipes, plus, most people as far as I know make them with sour cabbage, which in my opinion is worse. All those foods I mentioned are my favourites, but there are many more.

Your turn now. 🙂

Question of the day (1st March).

Where do you buy groceries? What do you like to eat/drink? Do you collect coupons? Do you look for things on sale?

My answer:

I don’t rather buy groceries for myself, I live with my family and usually my Dad does groceries for us all, sometimes when I need or want something special I just give him money so he gets it for me. Most often we get our groceries in the Polish shop called Biedronka (literally “Ladybug” in English) it’s a network of supermarkets, or in Lidl, sometimes in other nearby shops or supermarkets.

as for what I eat and drink regularly, I eat a lot of vegetables, I mostly like them raw, I generally love Mediterranean, Mexican and Asian food, I love spicy things. I eat a lot of dairy, my favourite drink, or almost favourite is kefir, but I rarely drink milk on its own, there are many views as for whether milk is good or not for people older than toddlers and I am one of those who think it isn’t. I love fruits as well. Meat, with some exceptions, might as well not exist for me, I eat it just because my Dad and brother are very carnivorous so the rest has to adjust at least for dinners. But I like some white meat from time to time. Sometimes I’ll eat bacon too, and my favourite way of preparing meat is baked meat. And I like some of my Dad’s smoked meat, and our Polish kabanosy, and sometimes Polish sausage, but only when it’s well drained, if drained is actually a proper word in this context. I am not a big fan of fish or eggs but it’s not like I don’t like them at all, just not an enthusiast. And I love salty things, and sweet things too. And all kinds of nuts I know of. Oh, and all kinds of pasta, and all kinds of our Polish dumplings and pierogi, but especially Silesian dumplings. And some junk food is great as well, especially chips and spicy chicken wings from KFC. I am not so addicted to potatoes as so many people here are so that they must have them every time for dinner, I rather prefer pasta or rice or groats. Other than kefir, I drink quite a lot of water nowadays and can’t imagine it otherwise, I love black coffee, without any sugar, and recently I’ve discovered raspberry tea, Pepsi is great as well, and Pepsi with some whisky. And recently me and my Mum are in love in almond milk, it tastes just heavenly. And there are much more things I love to eat and drink.

I don’t really care about coupons, mostly just because as for now I don’t have much experience with doing lots of groceries completely on my own, I personally don’t collect any. My Mum does sometimes.

As for sales, we don’t look for things on sale speciffically, but my Mum has an app for Biedronka so she always knows when there’s anything on sale and if it’s something we really like or need currently, we can even go on purpose just there to get that speciffic thing, but it rarely happens. We don’t buy things just because they’re on sale, as so many people over here do, like they are fighting for a piece of carp before Christmas Eve just because it’s cheap lol.

Now it’s your turn. I’m curious what are your preferences and habits as for these things.

Mmmmm, whipping cream!

Hhrrru?

This is me, Misha. Wanted to wish you belated happy Valentines. Hope that day was very happy for you. 🙂 For me it definitely was. Recently I told you that humans had Fat Thursday last week. Yesterday was MY lucky day in turn. They were fasting, but Mum was making a cake for grandad, I don’t know what the ocassion is but she was making it anyway and it was an orange juice cake. And she was using whipping cream to it, Mila says whipping cream is different in different countries and this cream I ate was 30% fat, but I don’t care how much fat there was or how different whipping creams people have anywhere else in the world, I only know my whipping cream was YUMMMMMMY! And the more fat, the better, I don’t want to be so skinny all the time it’s boring I want to grow big and fat maybe they will finally have some more respect for me. And gramma says that she thinks Misha is a name for someone fat, not as skinny and small as me. So I am now in love with whipping cream, I loved my Valentine’s gift from mummy. I licked it and licked and licked and licked and wanted more, but Mum said that she won’t give me anymore cuz I will be nauseous. I’m sure I wouldn’t be, but anyway, it still was a lot of cream. I went to one of my own, hidden, quiet places and licked myself thoroughly to feel some more taste of cream because it stayed on me and in some places my fur tasted very creamy and sweet. Awwww and what sweet dreams I had.

and then Mila found me and she had another gift for me. She had a brush, like a horse brush and she coaxed me out of my Mishy place and we laid together and she brushed me. It was soooooo pleasant. I don’t usually purr very loud, I think I told you about it already, but at least then you know that when I purr loud, I’m really happy. And Mila asked me if I bought myself new batteries or what that I’m purring so loudly and even Zofijka heard it in her room and was very amazed. You can’t even purr to yourself sometimes not catching everyone’s attention. But well, humans also deserve something, don’t they? So if they like my purring so much, let it be my Valentine’s gift for them. Mila really loves when I purr, so much that sometimes she even almost lies on me to hear how I purr. So I think she and Zofijka were happy too. And then they brushed me together. And then they stopped so I went to the basket that stands in Mila’s room on the window and laid there. And all the people that were coming to Mila’s room stopped by and brushed me. Even my human daddy. He keeps saying he dislikes me and calls me names. But actually I think he has to like me, because I like him and I like when he strokes me. He has his favourite part of me that he likes to stroke and it is my back. Mum likes my tummy, Mila likes my head, Zofijka likes my paws and I don’t know what Olek likes, he likes me, but rarely strokes me for some longer time, but dad definitely likes my back. And he strokes me very intensely through my whole spine so that I wriggle and it’s so pleasant that almost uncomfortable but I still want more and more. But I don’t like when anyone else does it to me. So even dad brushed me a bit yesterday, although of course still had to nag at me for God knows what at the same time. So I had very nice Valentines, didn’t I?

Today I had another great pleasure. I got my Mishy ice cream. If you read my previous post you know what is my Mishy ice cream, if you didn’t, I will just tell you it’s my favourite sauce that you have to squeeze from the tube and I have to lick it and humans say it looks like ice cream overall. And I was so extremely happy and excited.

Did something nice and pleasant happen to you recently? Did you remember to make some pleasures for yourselves too, not only for the humans you love? I always think about myself at first and when I am finally pleased, it’s easier to please other beings. That’s my point of view anyway.

Mishest regards and warm, purry Mishhugs to all of you, lovely people.

Misha

Stupid, stupid stupid humans! >:(

Hhrrru?
This is Misha. You’d better be careful and don’t talk to me, I’m in a very bad mood since yesterday. I don’t feel like doing anything else than walking around the house and meowing or sitting alone in the laundry. I don’t really know why it is so and no one knows. But people are acting very stupid and it makes me even more angry and sad. Yesterday I felt like a lonely leaf but I wanted to be lonely, so I was looking for some hideaway or for the opportunity to go out again. But no one wanted to let me out so I was meowing constantly but no one cared. and finally someone opened the door to the cellar and I silently went there behind them and then to the laundry. I was just sitting there alone for most of the day. I didn’t want to talk to people. But I think I have the right for it when I need it. At supper time they started to look around and call me. “Miiiiiiishaaaaaaa! Miiiiiiiiiiishaaaaaaaaaaa!”. But I wouldn’t reply. So they couldn’t find me. I just didn’t want to. I wanted to sleep.
I heard they are having supper. Finally Zofijka came and opened the door and she was very happy she found me. At first I still didn’t want to go anywhere, but then I felt some absolutely delightful smell. So I didn’t hesitate any longer. I was hoping they have something delicious for me and maybe it will lift up my mood. And guess what? The whole kitchen smelled with… beacon! Yes, fried, greasy beacon. But the smell was the only thing I could enjoy. Mum said I am an old, gluttonous egoist and that I am annoying her recently and Mila said so too, that I am constantly meowing and only come closer to people when they have something for me. And mum told that Dad has eaten everything already. Stupid people. I know it was my choice to come to them or not, but they didn’t even open the door for me so I couldn’t go out and I am sure they didn’t want to share with me. It is only them who are gluttonous egoists. No one even told me they had beacon! Dad wanted more for himself. If they looked for me everywhere and told me: “Misha, come here, we have some beacon for you”, you think I wouldn’t come? I sure would.
Mum was nagging at me the whole evening that I am an egoist and don’t want to be close with people and that I am totally different than the other Russian blue cat she knows. It is my brother, he lives with one of my human aunts, she bought him very recently and his name is Sancho. He’s very sociable and comes to people even when they don’t really want it. But if they want me to be like him, why won’t them change me for him? I am not him and don’t want to be. Isn’t it enough that I am beautiful? Mum told me she doesn’t understand me and that I am silly. I know I am not. And I hate when people can’t decide on one thing. Am I silly or clever? I would really like to know. But why actually should I care about humans’ opinions?
I am always a bit afraid of Zofijka and I’ve always been, ’cause she has forced me to cuddle with her and often caught me while I didn’t want it at all. I need some privacy.
And today humans are having Fat Thursday. I want to have it too. But not like theirs. They are eating doughnuts and stuff, it’s gross! I want Fat Meat Thursday. Why must only humans eat fat things? It’s not fair, is it? But I think you guys will be more willing to empathise with me ’cause Mila says there are mainly people in Poland who celebrate Fat Thursday today, so maybe there are some friendly humans in other countries who want to connect in pain with me? Mishest regards.
Very frustrated
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