It’s your boring Misha again. How you’re guys doing? Did something interesting happen to you?
I had a big adventure last weekend. Mum let me go with her on the terrace, but she said she’ll let me stay only if I’d be calm and peaceful. I tried to be, or at least pretended to be. Mum sat in the armchair and chatted to me for a while but then did her own thing. She sunbathed and phoned someone and they talked really reeeeeally long. And I realised she doesn’t care about me at all. So I stopped caring about being calm and peaceful, how could I be if there was such a gorgeous opportunity for me. I was sitting under Mum’s armchair but I sneaked out on to the roof and then on the grass. I was free! Free again! I walked majestically around, looking at the world around me like a king, I couldn’t believe my luck. Now I could explore the world! My dream has come true! I was quite surprised that no one is running after me, but they weren’t. Mum didn’t see anything. I managed to have a bit of a walk around the backyard until they realised. I heard Zofijka screaming “Look, he’s there! There! Neear the river!”, she sounded terrified. And then, Zofijka and Dad started to chase me. Zofijka yelled Miiiiiiishaaaaa!!! Miiiiishaaaa! But I wouldn’t stop. I ran very fast. Finally Dad stopped me. And he was cross with me, you know? Everyone was. Stupid sun, and my fur, if my fur wasn’t so shiny, Zofijka wouldn’t notice me. I was very sad that my adventure finished so quickly. Did they really think I wouldn’t ever come back? I just wanted to explore the world, and I would come back when I’d finish. But Mum started to lecture me like a baby that someone could steal me, or other animals could scratch me or even eat me. But I like other animals. If they saw I like them, they would like me to, wouldn’t they? I want to meet other animals and play with them. But sadly, Mum decided that from now on, she won’t even let me go on the terrace, because it only makes me more nerevous and more wanting to go out than when I’m at home. That’s so sad.
But it wasn’t the end of my adventures. Two days later, I woke up veery early and was hungry but I’ve already had eaten everything I had in my bowl in the evening and everyone was asleep so no one could feed me. So I went upstairs to Mila and meowed at her to let me in and give me some snacks. So she did, and then we both went back to bed and cuddled. And she stroked my head and massaged my ears as I like it and then she saw I have something on my ear. She was looking at it but she couldn’t figure out what it is. And then she showed it to Mum. And Mum screamed: “Oh! Misha’s got a tick!”. And then, the fuss started. Everyone was looking at me and touching my ear and asking how it happened, and Mum said there’s no other way than that I got him at my little Sunday walk. They were terrified. Honestly? I was too. Because after they brought me home after my walk Zofijka lectured me about the ticks and that they suck all the blood out of you and then you’re weaker and weaker and you suddenly die! That was so scary. I was veery scared. And what now? Am I gonna die? I was very, very, very afraid of death. I didn’t want to die. I could even swear that I won’t ever go out again if I could stay alive. I wanted to live. I love my life. And what will my lovely peeps do without me? and, what’s even more concerning, what will I do without them?
They finally left me and I was walking arund in confusion, waiting for when I’ll get weak. I could feel it getting down my veins in search of blood… or maybe I just had chills of fear… whatever it was, it was scary. Peoples rushed around and I don’t even know how and when, but finally I ended up in my basket, the one that always stands on Mila’s bed, which is also my transporter, and someone put the cover on it so that I couldn’t get out. I closed my eyes. Are they going to bury me when I’m still alive? Or maybe they will throw me away in this basket and live me alone because they are afraid of ticks? Oh, I really regretted my Sunday escapade, I regretted it so so much. If I had another chance, I wouldn’t escape again. They placed me on the floor and I looked at them as I could from my basket and they looked like they’re going out somewhere. Maybe they put me into this basket because they want to be sure I won’t escape now. Stupid peeps! Do they think I would do this again to get another tick. I felt sick and didn’t know if it is of fear, or because I was dying. Mum asked Mila and Zofijka if they want to go with her and Misha. “Where are they taking me?” – I thought anxiously. Zofijka said “Yess yess!” and Mila said she would stay home because she is sure I’ll have enough moral support from them both and she is too doting for me and always feels upset when I hurt. Is someone going to hurt me? I was seriously scared, more and more. Is my death going to be painful? Was I really such a bad kitty? I sighed, there wasn’t much I could do now, and lied down in my little, comfy bed, closing my eyes. Then someone picked me up and carried somewhere for a long long time, opening and closing different doors, and finally they placed me somewhere where it was very noisy. I startled and someone stroked me. I opened my eyes. It was Zofijka. And I was in the car.
As much as I like going out, even on the leash, if I can go out where I want, I hate being in the car. It’s so noisy and boring and everything is rocking. But I was too confused to even meow, I meowed only once during that neverending ride.
They carried me out, and into some room. And there were other animals. But I wasn’t happy to see them. I was rather stressed. I didn’t know where I am and what’s going to happen and what they’re doing here. I’m used to myself being the only animal in the house, other animals are outside – on the backyard or in the forest, so I was shocked seeing them all in one room, and they seemed upset too. And they were held by people too. Zofijka stroked me and reassured me.
And then I felt a massive relief. Mum was talking to someone and told them she wanted the vet to see me and remove the tick… Aaaah! So I just went to the doctor. So maybe I’m not gonna die? Maybe they’ll save me.
The doctor saw me soon and he called me Mishka and was very nice. I was afraid it would hurt when he’d remove the tick, but I was a big, brave boy and I didn’t meow and it didn’t hurt almost at all.
Zofijka patted me on my head slightly and whispered to me “You see? It’s over. You’re alive! But don’t try escaping again. That tick wasn’t clever and fast enough, but next time you might not be so lucky”. I was so happy it was over.
Mum asked the doctor to weigh me and examine me, and he prescribed me some pills for worms. I wanted to ask Zofijka about worms, whether they also can suck the blood of you, but thought I’d rather not do it, what if they do too? It’s better when you don’t know some things. And now as I took those pills, hopefully I’m not going to have worms, if I’ve ever had any.
I will also have blood test in two weeks. I’ve never had one before. But I’m not scared. What I’m pissed off about is that I won’t be allowed to eat the evening before and then in the morning. They want to starve me to death!
When we got out of there, Mum bought me EIGHT CANS of my favourite tomato sauce. I’m lucky with my peeps.
Later that day, I told myself I’m not gonna EVER escape again.
Do you think I’ll succeed?
And what adventures have you had lately?