Question of the day.

Hi people. πŸ™‚

My question for you today is:

Where have you been?

My answer:

I’ve been to Dreamland last night, finally. It wasn’t a very restful night for some reason but I did get some sleep and am not a Zombie anymore.

I’ve been living here where I live for almost 4 years now. Unbelievable! And what is more unbelievable when I look back at it is how quickly I adapted to living in this house. I’m very happy that I no longer live on the same backyard with my Mum’s family, and that we live in such a lovely place. In a town, where everywhere is near and you’re anonymous, but almost like in the countryside – on the outskirts and a lot of people are actually farming here so it doesn’t feel like a real town, not in our area of it anyway. –

I’ve been to four foreign countries in my life, not that many I guess. Lithuania, Slovakia, Czech and Sweden. All apart from Sweden were only day trips, but I enjoyed staying in all of those.

I’ve been to loads of wonderful and scary places in my brain world, and I’m sure there are still many that I haven’t discovered yet.

How about you? πŸ™‚ Feel free to answer this question in whatever way you like. πŸ™‚

Question of the day.

Did you share bedroom with any siblings?

My answer:

Yes, for some years. The first house that we lived in was in the countryside, we shared the same backyard with my maternal grandparents and my Mum’s two sisters and their gradually developing and growing families. My grandad has built this house for my Mum. It was pretty small. There was a kitchen, a mini bathroom, and a living room, and from the living room you could go upstairs. There was one big, sort of open plan room and we all lived there, that is my parents, me and Olek. Me and Olek slept in one part of it, and my parents in the other. Strangely, as much as I’ve always had an enormous need for privacy, this particular thing rarely bothered me much. In a way I even liked it because it was easier to deal with my night time anxieties when I had my family all around, and my Dad snoring his lungs out every night (now I couldn’t sleep with that level of noise). Sure, I liked the idea of having my own room and I envied a little bit other kids who did, though I also remember that it was normal to me to not have your own room, and I remember feeling genuinely surprised hearing from other children for example at school that they have their own rooms. It wasn’t something I desperately wanted or dreamt about every night though. I think it was also good because then it let me get used to sharing bedrooms with roommates at school, which is a different thing than sharing a room with your family but I think it made it easier for me than if I went to school without having that experience before, especially with my need for privacy and adjustment issues I had there. Some time before my Mum was pregnant with Sofi, at least a year before Sofi but I think it must have been a few years, my parents got an idea of building a new house, technically on the roof of my grandparents, and a much bigger one. This whole thing lasted for years, because they had real bad luck with the people they hired and other stuff kept going wrong, it was really exhausting and affected all of us in a bad way, I wouldn’t believe building a new house could affect your entire life and your whole family like that if someone told me and if I didn’t know from my own experience, I thought we would always be just building it and will never really move in there, as I said I don’t even remember in which year or at what time it had started because it felt like we’d been building that house since forever. And then when Zofijka was 2 months we moved to our new house very spontaneously, though it still wasn’t fully finished, and I had my own room there, and at this point, I can’t imagine sharing a room with someone else all the time, not even a sibling.

How about you? πŸ™‚

Naomi Pilgrim – “House Of Dreams”.

And here is the second song from Naomi Pilgrim that I want to show you. I LOVE the lyrics, that’s the main reason I like this song so much. I’ve heard it for the first time only yesterday yet it’s still in my mind and I feel like listening to it over, and over, and over again. If I’m honest with you, at the beginning, when I listened to it for the very first time, it didn’t sit right with me really. I’ve said that I appreciate Naomi’s way with harmonies, the way she creates her music, the way it is produced. And I could see that the harmonies in this song were also really interesting to hear, very captivating, but I have that sensory thing with some sounds, not only with sounds, with harmonies too. Sometimes I just hear a song and it may be even beautiful, interesting, cool, but… ick, at some point there is something in the harmonies, that I guess other people don’t perceive the same, I’ve asked dozens of people believe me, that gives me a quick adrenalin shot, the dose depends on how bothering it is, and it just makes me feel kind of anxious… uncomfortable… I don’t know how to explain it… I guess as if it was incompatible with my brain. πŸ˜€ It’s not about disharmony, just certain types of sounds and harmonies, or maybe sequences of sounds I should say, I don’t know if there is any objective rule or a specific kind of things that can make me feel this way. It’s a weird feeling. But that’s just one of my sensory quirks. Usually, if I get that, it’s not passable, and I know I should avoid the thing that triggered this feeling in me, especially if it’s strong because it can get worse and make me feel just more generally anxious and unsettled. But I kept on listening to this song, because I was curious, and it felt like with time it actually stopped bothering me so much. Maybe because I focused on these great lyrics. And at this point, I can ignore the stuff that doesn’t agree with my brain, and now as it doesn’t bother me so much, it feels like it makes the song more intriguing. I wish I could do that with everything and with much more intense stuff. πŸ˜€ Weirdly, soul seems to be the kind of music that very often contains such harmonies and sequences that make me feel unsettled more or less. I do love this songΒ  overall, and I do love the dream-like feel of it and Naomi’s vocals and, as I said, the lyrics above all. Dreamers unite. πŸ˜€

Question of the day.

How big is your house?

My answer:

Bigger than we need, as my Mum often likes to notice, but we all seem to like it this way, and my Mum prefers big houses. We have a very big living room, which is actually divided in two parts, one is like a lounge, with the TV, sofas and stuff, and the other is more like a dining room but we use it only for some extremely festive and stately occasions like when there are many people coming for dinner or some holidays like Christmas or Easter meals or big family events, normally we rather don’t eat there. From the living room you can also go to the terrace. We have a kitchen, a fairly small one, well it’s big but it’s also divided in two parts and one isn’t actually the kitchen any longer but a dining room where we eat all the meals. It’s open, so it feels like almost the same space with the kitchen. We have two tables there, but usually eat at only one, now as I think of it it seems quite weird to have two dining rooms and two tables, wait, three, one in that other dining room in the living room, and eat in only one place, at only one table. πŸ˜€

We have a very small but very neat-looking loo there downstairs, like it’s a normal loo but almost everything there is wooden and someone said that our loo is probably the best looking one in the whole county. πŸ˜€ That may be true. We have a big big cellar, which we use as a pantry, laundry room, a separate cell for Misha, where he is thrown in if he’s too whiny, and Mum does ironing there and sometimes just sits there on her own and God knows what she does, probably just rests, she certainly must need it. There is also a shower and you can get from there to the garage and to the furnace or go out.

Mum and Dad’s room is on the landing and it’s also fairly big, Mum has also a separate part of this room used as a sort of cloak room or dressing room or I don’t know how to call it properly. And they also have the door to the terrace in their room.

And on the floor there is a bathroom, with a less representative loo as guests usually don’t bother climbing there and are not encouraged to in most cases, πŸ˜€ mostly because right beside the loo there is my room with loads of scary stuff in there which is not for everyone’s squeamish nervous systems. πŸ˜€ The bathroom is medium I guess and my room as well, though having lived before in a tiny room in the attic it feels rather big to me compared to that and even with all my scary and not scary stuff I don’t use up all the space in here so Misha shares the room with me. Here’s a great evidence how quickly people’s views can change, even three years ago I would flinch at even the mere thought of sharing my own, private room with someone, and now I’m sharing my room with Misha. Next to mine is Olek’s room which is very big with a very big or should I say long bed. Mine is actually a double bed so not the smallest either, but Olek’s bed is really really long, as he is very tall himself. And he also can go out to the terrace from his room. And on the far left is Zofijka’s room, which is big but apparently not the easiest to design so it feels rather packed. Zofijka has actually two rooms, one big, and one small, which is a sort of hole in the wall, you can go in there (on all fours because the ceiling is very low) and it’s a nice hiding place and ZOfijka plays there and sometimes makes her homework. There’s no window but otherwise I think it could be also a nice place to sleep in.

So yeah, our house is certainly big, but I’ve also seen bigger ones, so I guess it’s not very very big overall.

How about yours? πŸ™‚

Question of the day (3rd February).

What’s the most symbolic item in your living room?

My answer:

I guess it depends what you mean by symbolic. Hmm, maybe the telly? πŸ˜€ For my Dad and Zofijka it’s definitely symbolic. πŸ˜€ But other than that, I guess we don’t have many symbolic things. πŸ˜€

How about you? πŸ™‚

Question of the day.

Do you have an attic, basement or cellar?

My answer:

We have a cellar, though we usually call it laundry room because there is a washing machine, an iron and other stuff, but we also have a freezer there. It isn’t actually like most cellars that I’ve been to, it’s quite cosy and I like to be there with my Mum and chat with her when she’s doing something there. We used to regularly drink whisky there at weekends, now we don’t do that very often though. Misha likes to go there too and it’s a very intriguing place for him. It’s near the staircase and you can go straight to the garrage from there as well as to the boiler and my Dad’s smokehouse. We also have a shower in the cellar so when you come home and are really dirty and sweaty like I usually am after horse riding you can come inn through the cellar and have a shower on the way instead of taking all the dirt and smell with you inside, and we can just use it as a second bathroom which can be sometimes very useful when everyone is hurrying up to go somewhere at the same time as it often happens in families.

In our previous house in the countryside, we used to have both a basement and an attic shared with our grandparents, which you entered from the backyard, I liked that attic a lot, I generally seem to like attics for some reason, although that one was always very dusty, but somehow atmospheric. Also we had a small attic of our own, at first only my parents had their room there, then there was also Zofijka’s room added, but when Zofijka grew a little she turned out to be too nosey and sociable to be able to live and play upstairs while all the life was going on downstairs without her knowledge. So we changed rooms and she got my room downstairs which was way too big for me and I was very happy to take Zofijka’s small but beautiful room on the attic. I really liked it and this way our rooms suited us much better. Now we don’t have an attic though, and I think that’s a pity. πŸ™‚

How about you? πŸ™‚

Song of the day (15th December) – Unni Wilhelmsen – “Farmors Hus” (Grandma’s House). Unni

Hi guys. πŸ™‚

Here’s the song I chose for yesterday but had quite a chaotic day so didn’t post it finally, I think it’s very interesting. It was originally performed by Wenche Myhre, but the first version that I’ve heard was Unni Wilhelmsen’s and I guess I like it more.

My ideal home.

What would my ideal home look like?

I really like our current house, and I think I’d like to have a lot of things the same way as here.

I’d like my ideal home to be in Wales – it could be in any of my favourite countries but I think as for living long term, I’d choose the UK, and most willingly Wales, particularly north Wales, especially if it could be somewhere in Gwynedd, perhaps in the countryside. I’d like it to be rather bigger than smaller, but not very huge, definitely not bigger than my current house, and this one is rather big. I’d like it to have the “feel”, you know, that you just want to be there, I’d like it to be atmospheric. My Mum is the best interior designer I know so I’d ask her to arrange it for me. It would be a vintage house, with a mix of old, kind of retro things, and new ones. I’d like it to feel cosy. I think I’d make my room in some calmer colours, it could be green as my current bedroom. I wouldn’t have ANYTHING red in my house, but kitchen and living room would be in more warm colours, just to make it more comfortable and homely. I would like my house to be as natural as possible – stone, brick and wood, no artificial stuff or as little as possible. And I think a more natural house would fit the place much better. I’d like it to have a big terrace on which I could go from my room, and from the terrace you could go into the garden, as we can here. Yes, I’d like to have a big garden. If my family would move with me, my Dad wouldn’t be able to exist without a garden, as gardening is his newly discovered passion. That’s all I can say at the moment, but I am sure that if I was building my ideal home, I’d have much more detailed picture of it.

 

Question of the day.

Where do you get most of the decorations for your home?

My answer:

Sometimes in secondhands, sometimes in various shops with some interesting trinkets, sometimes in our nearby Indian shop, and sometimes my Mum makes decorations by herself. It also depends in which room, cos for example Zofijka has a very typical teen room and all is from Ikea, or my brother has hardly any decorations.

How about you? πŸ™‚

Question of the day.

You’re getting to build the house of your dreams, so…
Tell us about the housewarming?

My answer:

Well, is the housewarming really necessary? If I’m honest, I hate housewarmings. My experience in this matter isn’t very rich and I’m sure you can have a very nice one, but what bothers me about housewarmings is how obligatory they seem to be and more a duty than something you do for fun. You get a new house – you MUST make the housewarming, all the people you know expect you will invite them, and that you will make the housewarming. It’s so obvious for them that they don’t even ask whether you will do it but when. And if they’ve ever invited you to their housewarming, they will be deadly offended if you won’t return the favour, no matter what kind of relationship you have with them. So far all the housewarmings I’ve been to were just soooo boring and hopeless. So far I’ve moved houses twice in my life and when we first moved my parents did the housewarming, but it was a complete failure for various reasons, and my Mum said she’d never ever do it again so we didn’t in our current house.

But OK, as I said I am hopeful that not all housewarmings are so boring and awful. I’d make one if I had some nice people to invite about whom I’d know we’d all have fun together, whatever having fun would mean. It’s my house of dreams plus in such a nice area that I am sure there would be some cool people that I could invite. And I would invite you guys. And some of my pen pals with whom I’m coresponding for a while and know them well and get along. I would also invite some people from my Mum’s family maybe.

So actually chances are that it would be quite a big housewarming. Or no… I have another idea. It wouldn’t be too cool if I’d make one gathering for all the cool people I know from all the environments I’m a part of. It would be way too big, so no fun, and people from different environments maybe wouldn’t get along well enough to feel good. Like I can’t imagine for example C. and my gramma on one party. and not only because of the language bareer, which is another huge issue. So I’d made a few smaller housewarmings.

As I wrote earlier my house would be filled with harps, and I would often make some harp festivals and invite harpists and harpers, particularly Celtic, so maybe we’d have some harp music in the background, or any other kind of good music.

I’d ask my Mum to make some very Polish food like pierogi or her very healthy chicken soup full of colagen with noodles if it wouldn’t be too hot, her yummy homemade bread or other things like that, and all the cakes that she makes that people always devour immediately, so good they are. And I’d ask my Dad to make some smoked meat which people always like. Or my Mum would made just a few dishes that she’s always very good at and we’d hire a catering company to do the rest. I’d also like some Welsh food since the whole thing would take place in Wales.

That’s about some basic stuff.

How about your housewarming?

Question of the day.

You’re getting to build the house of your dreams, so…
If you could chose one original piece of art/craft/artefact for your home what would it be?

My answer:

To match the Celtic feel, I would fill the house with all kinds of harps, particularly Welsh ones as my dreamhouse would be in Wales. I would learn to play Celtic harp and I would invite lots of harpists and harpers to my house, make some sorts of harp festivals and I would also design harps on my own. That could be a lot of fun.

You? πŸ™‚

Question of the day.

You’re getting to build the house of your dreams, so…
What name do you give the house?

My answer:

It would depend where exactly it’d be located, I mean what would be around, like for example our current house does have a name and it is taken from the name of the street we live on, which can be directly translated as Acacia Street, so we planted some acacias on the backyard and the river runs through it, so we called the house Acacia River. SO I think I’d take the inspiration from the surroundings or from the look of the house. Other than that, it could be also inspired by Celtic culture, however at the moment I don’t have any clever ideas. Things like Avalon or Camelot or related are a bit too cliche, I guess, plus not really personalised I’d say. I also wouldn’t use anything with Celtic in the name because a) it’s too obvious and b) I have a feeling like the word Celtic is slightly overrated these days, like lots of stuff that has nothing to do with anything Celtic has Celtic in its name and that’s so weird and I don’t really know why it happens. Oh, as I’m writing this I got an interesting idea. Not sure whether I’d use it, but it’s funny. As I wrote two days ago about the location of my dream house, I would particularly like it to be somewhere in North Wales, maybe in Gwynedd. There is a town in Wales (South Wales, but never mind, I think), called Caerffili (Caerphilly). Caer means castle or fort in Welsh, while Ffili is the name of the man that is said to build the fort in Caerphilly, hence its name, or from lord Philip de Braose. And I have a friend who calls me Millie. So I could call my house Caermillie, or CaerMilly, or Caermili, never mind the spelling, but, you get it, in reference to Caerphilly, so that would mean Millie’s fort/castle. πŸ˜€ Quite a quirky idea, but I like it, I must admit.

How would you name yours?

Question of the day.

You’re getting to build the house of your dreams, so…

Tell us a little about the design and style?

My answer:

Well one thing that’s for sure is that I would entrust the design and style stuff to my Mum. She is much better oriented in all that, plus it’s her passion and she’s really good at that although she’s not a professional designer or anything, but everyone who knows her and visited our house says she has a real gift. Plus our tastes are generally similar. I would like my house to combine old and new things, be slightly vintage, but have also some modern twist to it. I would like it to feel homely and cosy, so that I think I’d like to use some warmer colours in the kitchen and the living room, however my room would be rather in more calm and fresh tones. I would like it to feel natural –
as little artificial stuff as possible, lots of stone, brick and wooden twists. Well it’s countryside anyway so it’d have to fit in the landscape. I think I’d like a balcony there. Maybe like we have here, not very small, and you can go on the grass straight from it. And if I were to move there with my whole family, which is much more likely than just with Mum, although I don’t think my Dad would be glad, he prefers some warmer regions of the world, but anyway if I were to live there with my Dad too, I’d like to have a garden for him. Yes my Dad is into gardening. Not Mum, but Dad. Lots of people think it’s weird, and actually I think so too, but never mind, it’s his hobby and I’m glad he has his own hobby now, whatever it is. And I guess that’s all I could say about that at the moment, although if I had the possibility to build my own house of dreams, my wishlist would be probably longer and more precise.

What would your dream house look like?

Question of the day.

You’re getting to build the house of your dreams, so…
Where do you build it?
My answer:
I’d have many places to consider, but if it would be really the house of my dreams, I think it would be in UK, most probably in Wales, more exactly in North Wales. I guess somewhere in Gwynedd. I’d like it to be close to the sea, or at least a river, with some forest nearby, and not too far from the mountains. I’d like the area to be as rural as possible because I have a bit of a crush on British countryside and so has my Mum. There is a gardening TV channel my Mum likes, not so much because of the gardening stuff, but because they have a lot of programmes about houses and interior design, which is my Mum’s passion, and they have a programme about people buying houses in Britain, we always watch it whenever we can. πŸ˜€ Where would your house of dreams be located?
You can expect a few more questions on that topic in the next few days, I guess, at least unless I’ll get another constructive idea.

Question of the day.

Which of these describes the average state of your home/room/place of residence? (no judgment attached to these, not from me anyway).

a) very neat and clean, with minimal stuff

b) reasonably neat and clean, but with plenty of stuff c) clean but messy

d) just messy

e) other – pls expand.

My answer:

Definitely C right now, and most of the time. I like it this way though. I am not a perfectionist and I like to be messy if it doesn’t disturb my life in any way and if I am a creator of the mess ’cause otherwise it’s annoying obviously ’cause when someone else makes a mess it’s much harder to get inside their brain and figure out where they could put something I need right now, So, well, my room is just like me. πŸ˜€ It’s fairly clean though because living in the dirt doesn’t seem as appealing as living in the mess, lus my Mum is an OCD (colloquially speaking, but wouldn’t be surprised if seriously too) so everything has to be clean, otherwise she’s unsettled and life is pointless. When someone was coming to me though, like my maths tutor or my Swedish teacher, my room was always at least B, but it was my Mum’s work.

How about your space? πŸ™‚

Question of the day.

What is your favourite type of tree?

My answer:

Actually, I’ve never thought much about it. Since I know that my Celtic tree sign is cypress, I have some liking for cypresses, but that’s not like I have a deep love for these trees, so I don’t know if I could call it my favourite tree.

Since we moved here, I also developed some kind of special relationship with acacias. I know it’s not everywhere this way, but here in Poland our streets are named either after some famous people, or pretty randomly, after places that you can find there or nearby, after where they can lead you, after how they look, I’ve even came across a town where the streets were called after famous cartoon characters lol. And, in the town where we live now, or more exactly here in the outskirts, in the part of this town where we live, most streets are named after trees. Pretty randomly I guess, because as far as I know, there aren’t any apricot trees on the Apricot Street, nor any birch trees on the Birch Street. My street is literally called Acacia Street, and, as far as I know, there weren’t any acacias either here. Until we moved here. ‘Cause my Mum decided that since it is Acacia street and it’s such a nice name, there should be some acacias and she planted some in our garden. I thought it’s very cool. We have a lot of other trees here too, especially pines, my Mum loves pines, particularly more since I’ve told her that pine tree is her celtic tree sign. I also told Mum, a bit ironically, that if our street is called Acacia Street, so maybe we also should call our house, as people in England or Canada did, or maybe still do. I was pretty surprised when she took it seriously and said it is a good idea and started pondering about the name. At first I thought the idea itself is a bit snobbish, but generally I think you couldn’t find a less snobbish person than my Mum anywhere, so I guess it would be OK for her, if someone would thought she did it because she’s a snob, they would just have to be stupid or not know her at all. And so she thought we’d call it Acacia Hill, but, wait, we don’t have any hills here. πŸ˜€ But we have a river running through our backyard, so I came up with Acacia River and my Mum was thrilled, although for me it seemed a bit odd at first to call the house a river, but well, I like odd things, so, why not? We told Dad about our idea and he said it’s a “total nonsense and stupidity”, but even though he made kinda little signboard of Mum’s design with the name “Acacia River” and some other graphic stuff on it. πŸ˜€ As you can guess, people always comment on it, but are even more shocked as they enter our house, especially those who have seen it before we finally settled in. So yeah, I think I can say my favourite tree is acacia.

And then I also like jasmine. I know it’s more of a shrub than a tree, but well, does it really matter so much if you’re not a xylologist? I am talking not only about that jasmine that perfumes are made of but also about mock orange. Don’t know how about English-speaking countries, but in Polish language these two plants are always confused. Mock or ange is called jaΕ›minowiec, but everyone calls it jaΕ›min colloquially, while in fact jaΕ›min is the name for jasminum. That’s at least what my grandad told me, I’ve never gone deeper into it. Anyway, I like jasmine for its smell, I like jasmine perfumes, I like the name Jasmine, I just like all about it. And I like jasminum. It grows on my grandparents backyard, or earlier mine, as I lived there –
or my parents and siblings did anyway – for my entire childhood. They have a lot of trees there and when I was little my grandad showed me them all regularly and taught me how to differentiate them, πŸ˜€ that was fun, and this jasminum is my most favourite, it smells so beautiful and looks so nicely.

What is your favourite tree? πŸ™‚

Question of the day.

What colour is your bedroom? Do you have wallpaper anywhere in your house? What architectural style is your house/apartment? Do you have any interior decor theme?

My answer:

Lol my Mum’s favourite topic. πŸ˜€ Well, maybe just a bit less favourite than lifestyle/wellness/health.

As for my room, I think I mentioned before that it is dominated by green and generally in rather calm colours. I’d say it’s pretty girly and dreamy. πŸ˜€

As for the wallpaper, yes, we do have wallpaper in our house, it’s actually covered almost entirely in wallpapers. My Mum loves wallpapers and no one here has anything against, so why not, I think. I have a green wallpaper with English flowers on it. My brother has some photowallpaper if that is how such thing should be called properly in English. Zofijka’s room is in her own style, which doesn’t mean her style is so unique, but is glaringly different from Mum’s. And she doesn’t have any wallpaper. Other than that, some wallpapers are all around the house, excluding the bathroom, both toilets and laundry.

I’d say my house is kind of retro. It is a very big house and when we bought it, it seemed very cold and… I’d say unfriendly. But my Mum changed it completely and now it is very cosy. There are lots of old-fashioned furniture and other retro or rustical stuff. There are some elements made of brick. Everything is in rather dark, but warm colours. It isn’t all old-fashioned, there are some modern items and I think it all makes an interesting combination. Usually people, even if they have their houses made in a totally different style, like our house and admire it and say it’s very unique. Every room is a bit different as we are different, but it goes rather harmoniously together, excepts for Zofijka’s room. But it was really important for her to make it all as she wants so her room is kind of Ikea style. Very modern and different from the rest, but typical in comparison to many other rooms in many other houses I think.

How about your houses? πŸ™‚

Home again! (whew)

Hhrrru?

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?