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. ๐Ÿ˜€ 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? ๐Ÿ™‚

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. ๐Ÿ˜€ 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. ๐Ÿ˜€ 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 jaล›minowiec, but everyone calls it jaล›min colloquially, while in fact jaล›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, ๐Ÿ˜€ that was fun, and this jasminum is my most favourite, it smells so beautiful and looks so nicely.

What is your favourite tree? ๐Ÿ™‚

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. ๐Ÿ˜€ 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. ๐Ÿ˜€

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? ๐Ÿ™‚

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?