Some photos of me Misha.

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This is me Misha. Don’t you think I’m beautiful?

Misha in the basket on the radiator

Misha in the heathersMisha in the wine box

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From me Misha to all women.

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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

Home again! (whew)

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Misha here. Does anyone of you have a present for me? It’s Cat’s Day! My humans didn’t have anything, hence my question. But I’m pretty sure you won’t have either, so will be glad enough if you’ll send me your best wishes. Even my humans wished me all the best and lots of yummy food. Btw, isn’t it genuinely vicious to wish a cat “lots of yummy food” and not have anything for him? ‘Cause, literally, I didn’t have anything today besides my usual cat’s food. Heyyy people, Lent isn’t for cats! And they don’t seem to fast a lot either, they had chocolate ice cream today. But I didn’t get my Mishy ice cream, not even any cat crisps. They constantly say I’m selfish, but they are far more selfish and not empathetic at all. If I am selfish, they are malignant narcissists, I don’t know what it really means, it’s not a cats’ thing, but I think it sounds very selfish-like and my human Mum called someone this way recently on the phone and Zofijka asked Mila what it meant and Mila said that basically that someone is selfish and malicious. So just like my human family. Does anyone of you guys have a cat? If so, please wish them happy Cat’s day and all the best in their lives and all the afterlives from me Misha Hhrrru? . And please, don’t mistreat them. I’d love to meet your cats. I’ve already told you I don’t know any cats in person, only my Russian blue Mum and a few siblings, but I almost don’t remember them, so at least online relationships of any kind would be a nice idea.

But actually I wanted to tell you about something positive that happened to me yesterday. I need to start from the morning though, which wasn’t particularly nice and I was in a very meowy mood. And my mum was in a bad mood too. You know that although I love people and sometimes can be very cuddly and feel people very well, I am also very wild as for a pet. I like close contact with people only when I allow it and feel like having it. But it’s hard when you’re the only cat in the hous of 5 people. I don’t like when someone picks me up and holds in their arms or snuggles for too long or touches me for too long or sometimes I may even feel scared when someone reaches out to me. And I felt this way yesterday when I came closer to my mum, but didn’t feel ready for a very close contact with her yet and she reached out her hand. I freaked out and ran away. And she got mad at me. She kept asking me if she ever did something wrong to me, if she ever harmed me in any way. Of course not, but I think I can’t help my reactions sometimes, sometimes they can’t too. But obviously I couldn’t explain it to her. So she said I annoy her and that she doesn’t even want to look at me. Yes, I don’t like close contact, I don’t like when it’s too much fuss about me, but such frosty indifference was too hard for me – a Russian blue tsar – to stand. So I was sniffing her and jumping around her and meowing at her and looking very emphatically, but she either didn’t react at all or just kept saying “Go away you bloody lone wolf I don’t like you anymore”. And I was sad.

Everyone did their own thing, but I didn’t have anything to do so was just walking around aimlessly meowing. I’ve told you that not so long ago I had my cartoonboard house on Mila’s table. It was my safe place. I could always slip in there and sleep through even the entire day and no one cared. Mila’s room is very quiet and I like it, she’s there most of the time, so although I’m alone in my house, I still aren’t at the same time, because she often strokes me and we hear each other and can talk to each other when we want to. It stood there for a really long time and although I have many hideouts allover the house as you know, this was my favourite. You know, like you may have lots of favourite places that you like to visit on holidays or whenever you have some free time, but there’s no place like home. And there’s only one place you can call home. But at the beginning of the winter Mila started to have some allergy and she is theoretically allergic to me, but it never really showed up, so she says she’s allergic to all the cats’ fur besides mine. But when she started to have that allergy, she and mum were wondering what’s causing it and tried to eliminate different things… And as nothing seemed to help, mum thought that maybe my house may be somehow a reason. There was a lot of my fur after all and my saliva and it was collecting a lot of dust. So, mum took it away. And put it somewhere high in the cellar. But even if I could climb up to it, it wasn’t my house any longer. Mum put out the textile that was inside and cut off the door, so it was no longer cosy and private and safe.

And if you think I forgot about that house and found my home somewhere else, you’re very wrong. It was traumatising almost for me. I had my soft and warm basket on the radiator in the living room, another basket on Mila’s window where I had my observatory and research station, a basket on Mila’s bed where I could sleep at night, different baskets on the wardrobes where no one could see me, but none of these felt like a real, lifelong home. So I often felt like I don’t know what I want or where I should go, I was literally homeless. And those stupid people didn’t know what’s going on, I had to live that way for months.

And, when I was walking so aimlessly yesterday, not knowing what I really want and longing for my home, Mum got even more pissed off, went downstairs to me, picked me up and threw to Mila’s room and told me to sit in my basket and sleep. I was sleepy and tired, but no, I won’t sleep at anyone’s order, definitely not. So I ran out and kept crying. Mila asked mum what’s going on and that I’ve never cried so desperately and whether I am maybe sick or something. I heard mum saying that she will lock me in the cellar if I won’t stop meowing. That wouldn’t make any difference for me. I would keep crying, but they are so selfish and didn’t want to hear it.

Then finally… mum started to wonder. Maybe he’s so unsettled because of that house, maybe he wants it back. Mila said it’s surely not the case, but then my heart jumped high from excitement. Mum went down to the cellar and… took my lovelly little house out! I was so thrilled. I was sniffing around as she stood it on its place. And I couldn’t believe it. I slipped in, and fell asleep.

And I am still lying here. Of course, not all the time. I went out a few times to eat something and to see if they have something special for me today. I am so happy I have my old new house back. Now it’s even more fresh and cosy, ’cause mum washed my sheets and made new door, that old one wasn’t tight enough, I think now.

It’s so great to be home again. Only I’m wondering. Was it really so difficult to guess?

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! >:(

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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

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

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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