They finally got it.

Hhrrru? 😻

Misha here. Guess what? My sluggish peeps are starting to think. After 3 years of me living with them. How do I know that? Because they’ve JUST started to come to terms with the fact that I understand more than tey think I do. What a truly shocking discovery, isn’t it?!

One evening I was doing my own business and suddenly heard Mila calling me. I could hear her well and was actually quite close to her but chose to ignore her until I’ll find out that it’s worth my effort to come to her. So she went to Mum’s room and asked Mum if I was there. Mum told her where I was and Mila was calling me all the time so I knew it was something big. And Mum also called me mish mish mish so I didn’t know where to go, but finally followed Mila as she was going downstairs and it looked like she wanted to show me something and I grew more and more interested. And Mum was like: “Wow, he understands that you call him, and where you want him to go!”. Like, wow, really, do I? Wasn’t that quite obvious? No one else in this house is called “mish mish mish”, and if she was going downstairs, obviously she wanted me to follow her and not go in the opposite direction, right? It’s disgracing that they think I am such a total blockhead! And then at the end of the stairs I could feel what was the reason for Mila calling me, I felt a very nice smell from the kitchen, it was yummy yummy fish. I love eating fish. And Dad was having some for supper and was keen to share with me. It was so so yummy. As I ate, I could hear Mila coming back to Mum’s and saying: “He probably understands even more than just that, far more than we realise”. What a spectacular discovery! My peeps are learning new things! Yay for the human race! 😻 No I am not sarcastic at all, I don’t even know how to be sarcastic, I am just a poor kitty who doesn’t even know what they want from me and the only word I understand inhuman language is “Miiiiishaaaaaaaa!!!”. I am 3 years old but have no wits and need to be treated like a 3-month-old baby, because I am just so helpless and feeble-minded, wonder how they’d even managed to toilet train me hahahaha.

But OK, let’s be serious. Of course I understand more than they think I do. I maybe don’t get all of their stupid things because I’m not into that and don’t care, but if something is about me, you can be sure I understand. I tell you that though only because you don’t live under the same roof as me, because – as many other cats probably do too – I find that pretending to be silly and ignoring what’s going on around can really pay off at times and it actually shows how clever you are because making a choice whether you want to hide something or let others know about it also requires some thinking and decision making skills, if not anything else. And they can’t blame me because they do just the same! Even today, I came to Mila’s room, and she picked me up (even though she certainly knows I hate it, but OK, sometimes you have to compromise), and then put me to sleep, but I got up again and stood on her knees and looked very emphatically at the drawer where she keeps my treats, and wagged my tail in its direction so that she could know what I mean. And I know that she got it, but didn’t do anything, just stroking me as if she didn’t notice anything, while I was starving! It’s the same with all of them, so they can’t blame me.

Do you, other pets out there, also prefer not to disclose how much you actually understand? And you peeps out there? Be honest! Honesty is so rare in this world.

Mishpurrs.

Misha πŸ’™ πŸ’š πŸ’œ

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I want out.

Hhrrru? 😻

It’s me Misha. I’m in a very agitated and adventurous mood recently. Because I can feel spring in the air. My peeps were so silly and thought that I don’t think about it anymore, but I do, I can feel the sun when I sit on the windowsill, I can hear seagulls calling me and laughing at me that I can’t be out as they can (I never liked seagulls, they’re so stupid and shouty). And Jocky is outside, he can play and do whatever he wants but I can’t. It’s not fair, is it? But no one understands me. I would like to be out and have some nice adventures, catch something and show them stupid peeps how clever I am, or go somewhere that I’ve never been yet.

Mum is constantly saying that I need to be patient and that soon there will be net on the terrace and then I can be there and sunbathe how much I want, even all days. But I don’t want the net. I don’t want to just “sunbathe”. I want to climb up out on the roof, or go to the garden, and when they’ll put the net in there I won’t be able to do that. And there are no nice things to observe. No birds are flying there, no nice views. It’s boring. I’m not a fricken old guy who will just sit in the sun, I’m an up and doing kinda guy. Well OK, I do like the sun, and my sleep, and lazing around, but winter’s for it, not spring. They are so ignorant and think that everyone is just like them.

I thiNK I am a frustrated Misha today.

Oh but I have a good news for you today too. A few days ago I’ve got a lovely present from my Daddy. I really like my human Daddy, when he comes near me, I always throw myself to the floor and want him to stroke me. He strokes me so strongly, not so delicately like Mum or Mila or Zofijka. He strokes me all over my spine and it’s so pleasant that I don’t know what to do, it’s so pleasant that it’s unpleasant, or maybe the other way around, I don’t know, my mind goes crazy, but nicely crazy, as when I feel the catnip, it’s the same kinda feeling. But Daddy likes me only a bit, so that’s why I like him even more. I don’t like it when someone is too nice for me and likes me too much and wants something from me all the time. I’d rather someone be a bit unpleasant to me than too nice. And Daddy often likes to pretend that he doesn’t see me, and when he does see me, it’s only when I want him to stroke me, or when I am behaving badly, like jumping on the table for example or constantly begging him for food or when my poop is too smelly or something. So he almost constantly nags at me, but I don’t care, he’s just like this, if he wouldn’t be grumpy he wouldn’t be alive. But sometimes, Daddy also makes me very nice presents. Usually because Mum wants him to. Like he made the scratchboard for me, and a couple other things.

But this present that I’ve got from him now, I got from him because he wanted it, not Mummy. It’s a beautiful cartboard box. It has sort of dimples in it, because it’s an apple box. But now it’s a Misha box. I love lying in there, it makes me so happy. I love to rub myself at those dimples, I really like this box. I always go there when I feel sad that I can’t go out and I feel so nice there. It’s my favourite place of the year I think. It stinks that Daddy’s away now, he’s been away for almost the whole week, so most of the time I’m the only man in the household, as Olek is at work too. I’m glad that I got this nice present from Daddy.

And when will they bring me flowers? Misha’s ponderings on his gender identity, dietary preferences and having hope in humanity.

Hhrrru? 😻

Misha here, if you haven’t figured it out yet. Today is International Women’s Day so I’d like to wish all of you women out there a very happy day. Well it’s ending here, but I just hope it was happy for you. Zofijka says that on 10th March men have their special day and then September 30th is for boys to celebrate. And that presented me with a very serious dilemma… Who am I? Am I a man or a boy? I think I am a man, because I am strong, can catch and kill flies and spiders and all the meat you know so that the women won’t panic, I’m their hero, they say I’m handsome and Mila and Zofijka like to sleep with me. I am 3 years old which is 30 for humans. I am very intelligent and serious and brave and know a lot of things about humans that they don’t even know and even more about cats. But then they always call me “cute boy”, “little boy”, “cheeky boy” and so on and so forth as to suggest that I am a child, a boy. Only a boy. They say how small I am, make all the decisions for me and treat me like a baby. Sometimes I like it, because I get all I want and they like me so much because I’m so cute, I can pulate people to get what I want, they say I am a real pulator because I don’t say anything yet everyone is doing what I want them to do, and that’s apparently pulative. Or however they call it. but sometimes it drives me crazy though when they treat me like a baby, and I hate being so small sometimes. Then there are people who think I am a girl: “Oh God, isn’t she such a lovely kitty?!”. Why does everyone think Misha is a girl’s name only when it’s originally for guys? Well Mila says so but I believe her. I hate being called “she”, I am not a Michelle! My peeps hate it too though so they always defend me. I remember that when I went to the vet and they removed my bits the vet said jokingly to Zofijka: “So now, your cat is no longer a he, it’s an it”. I was mad at him. But luckily my peeps don’t think so, that wasn’t funny at all, I’m not a thing. If I were feeling better then, I would scratch him, but I was too dizzy and wobbly. Luckily I didn’t have to see him again.

Can I be both a man and a boy or do I have to choose one? Or can I choose anything at all? Or maybe it’s just all up to me who I want to be, I just need to pulate others to believe it too? Maybe it’s only reserved for humans and I have to be just a cat. But being a man or a woman must be so fun, you can have another special day for yourself. While I have only two, my birthday and World Cat Day. When is World Human day, by the way, does anyone know? And there’s yet another aspect of those men’s and women’s days. You get flowers! Well, at least women seem to do. I guess men don’t like flowers for some reason, which is a shame, because they smell so nice and you can bite in them, in their leaves, or pick them, and it’s so much fun, I love it. They probably just don’t know what’s really good. I love flowers though, so, it’s so unfair that I don’t get them! I’ve never got flowers! From anyone! Even a single, tiniest flower! It’s so sad. i live in this world for three years and they’ve never found a good enough occasion to give me a flower. Moreover,if someone gets them, they are jealous! I come close to relish the smell, the fresh taste of leaves, or the earthy taste of the water in the flowerpot, and they shout at me: “misha! Go away from there! It’s not for you! Are you a herbivore or what?!”. So what if I am? They can eat anything, even some awfully smelling, greasy stuff that they call fries that makes the whole kitchen more smelly than my litter box, and no one tells them off. And they tell me off just because they think I should eat meat. I tell you, they’re just jealous about their flowers. I bet that when I can’t see they do the same and bite into them, just don’t want to share with me! But if they got me my own flowers, there won’t be any problem. I’d have my own flowers and wouldn’t share with them, and they’d have their own and I wouldn’t care, there would be peace. Even if I broke my pot, it would be mine so they wouldn’t have to care. The bad thing is that when I sometimes get too absorbed with flowers and eat too much of this delicacy when no one sees I get sick, but, to me, that’s a very small price.

I am generally an optimist though, and always like to be hopeful. Dad was going out somewhere in the morning, and then I saw him coming back with bunches of flowers. My heart was jumping up high with excitement as I awaited, that, maybe this time, I’ll get my very own flowers. At least a little, very little one flower. They smelled so stunningly and sweetly, they were hyacinths. But there were none for me. There is such a Polish proverb that hope is the mother of fools, it seems to be very right. But I told myself that maybe not all is lost. After a few hours, the door bell rang. It was Mila’s and Zofijka’s uncle stopping by, and again, I could feel the smell of flowers, and my heart jumping cheerfully. I deluded myself that because Mum and Zofijka were out, maybe one bunch of these tulips will be for me. But nope. Not happening. Stupid jerks. And as if it wasn’t enough, Olek came back from work a few hours ago with roses. I didn’t know that, I was sleeping deeply when he came, dreaming about pots full of hyacinths and tulips and fresh water and a kind human being encouraging me: “Misha, don’t be so shy, it’s for you, why won’t you take a sip of water to see how it tastes?”. After I woke up, I went to Mila’s room and saw that she had a pot with roses on her desk. I came closer very gently not wanting to knock them over, and Mila shouted at me that I’m a very naughty and stupid Misha and should stop sniffing all the flowers in the house like a freak, and took me away from them.

So, I guess I should give up all my hope. But, I am hopeful, that maybe on the 10th, maybe, just maybe, I’ll wake up to see a bunch of flowers only for me Misha.

Best Mishes to all of you lovely pets and peeps.

Misha. πŸ’œ πŸ’™ πŸ’š

A quick note from Misha.

Hhrrru? 😻

It’s Misha, and it’s World Cat Day today too, yippeeeeee! Any other felines out there? How did you celebrate your special day?

I just wanted to leave a quick note since I couldn’t write last Friday, I always write with Mila’s help as you know, she doesn’t let me on the keyboard on my own, we can only write together via our brain connection or Mila has to assist me when I want to write something on my own, and it’s so terribly unfair because then I can only write my posts or whatever else I want when she can too. And Mila got struck with a tummy bug for the weekend. And she’s scared of throwing up and all that so it was a real nightmare for her, though she didn’t throw up at all in the end, and she is still not very well as I can guess. I hate it too and I have to throw up way more often than the peeps even though I eat less (another very unfair thing, don’t you think?) and then they get cross with me.

I decided to be nice for Mila though in hopes that she’ll let me write my post today and gives me something yummy. And she says I was great, because I was all the time with her when she was very sick, like the most sick, and I purred very loudly, it’s way too loud for me so I almost got a sore throat but who cares, at least I got a nice piece of sausage for that today. And I’m soon going to sleep too but I’d like to tell you that I’m spoiled today because it’s my special day and I got chicken breast in herbs, lots of it, and sausage, and my other cat treats, and my Mish ice cream, that is a sauce. I was all stuffed. The peeps have an obsession today and constantly keep saying that I must have gained a lot of weight because I’m much heavier. So what?! They were constantly nagging at me that I’m too thin and now when I’m finally fluffier something is wrong too! But I like being more plump and bigger and manly and that’s what counts in my opinion.

And everyone is so nice for me!

So, how’s the day been for you, regardless of which species you are and whether you celebrate anything or not? πŸ˜‰

Loud Mishpurrs. 😻

Misha πŸ’œ πŸ’š πŸ’™

Misha.

Hhrrru? 😻

I’m sorry I haven’t posted for so long. I’ve been very sleepy and lethargic recently. Today I mostly slept too. I have so many places to sleep in that I can barely decide where to sleep next. But I wanted to share one thing with you. It was my birthday last week! My 3rd birthday! So I’m now about 30 for human standards. But my peeps still treat me like a baby. And I still have very mixed feelings about it. It’s funny and nice, but I’d like if they were a little bit more serious with me, I’m not a kid anymore, so what that I’m small. I got lots of treats for my birthday, and lots of sleep too. And it was a very nice, calm and cosy day, just as I like it. But earlier this week, my peeps were very forgetful. They were constantly forgetting to buy me new treats, as there weren’t any anymore, and I even had just a little of my usual food, and they were constantly forgetting to buy it for me. I did have some chicken and a little bit of fish, but I felt a bit hurt that they didn’t remember about my food. THeirs is always important, but Misha doesn’t have to eat. It looked as if that was what they thought. Even Mila didn’t have anything for me, even though I was going everywhere behind her and meowing and constantly asking Mum for treats. Finally yesterday Mummy went shopping and bought me my usual food, and lots and lots and lots of treats. Some very crispy ones and my favourite sausages. I can do anything for those sausages, I’ll even sing if you wish just to get my sausage. They are sooo yummy. And guess what? I even got another bowl. So far I’ve had very nice, porcelain bowls, as for the king, three in the kitchen to eat my meals and snacks and drink water from and one at Mila’s. But now I also have a little plastic bowl with a cat’s head on it. I really like it. It already smells with me and my food. Ain’t I really lucky? I’ve already forgiven the peeps their forgetfulness.

And how are you, peeps and pets, doing? 😍 Did you miss me? Have you also got anything special?

Mishpurrs. :3

Mishka πŸ’œ

But I just wanted to taste it!

Hhrrru? 😻

It’s Misha. How are you pets and peeps doing?

As for me, I’m going to the vet today. I overheard Mum talking to Mila about that and Mum brought my basket downstairs – the one I like to sleep in – and she’ll carry me in it there. Sasha’s going too, he’s still crying. I mean, he’s not really crying, but his eyes are watery all the time and he has to take those awful eye drops and he hates it. It’s not nice, I know it, but I don’t think it’s really as awful as it seems to be for him, it’s always a big trouble for peeps to give him those eye drops because he is very scared and acts as if he was scared. For me it’s unpleasant, but not scary. THere are much more scary things out there. But Sasha isn’t scared of them. I guess everyone has their own fears and everyone thinks their own are the biggest and most important and most serious. But I wanted to say that I’m stressed, because of that vet visit. It always stresses me out. But Sasha isn’t stressed at all. I hope I’m now healthy, but I was throwing up earlier today. Mila got scared I thhink, she always does. And Mum got cross with me. But it’s not because I’m still sick.

Mum had some pickled herrings and I just felt such a very strong urge to try them. I couldn’t resist it! They were very surprised – “Wow, Misha, your taste is changing?!” – I ate A LOT of them and very very quickly, I didn’t even bite everything, and Mum was like WOOOOW Misha are you OK? And then I felt quite weird so I left the kitchen and then I threw it all up immediately.

Now I know herrings are not for me. I mean, pickled herrings. But if I wouldn’t taste them, would I know it? Sure not! So what’s the whole drama about? I just like to have some adventures once in a while.

And recently I don’t like my usual snacks as much as I used to. Mum says I’m fussy and capricious. Sasha, on the other hand, eats everything, even my food and my snacks. And poops and pees all the time. Not always where he should. They get really cross with him all the time, but he’s likeable and sweet and I guess that’s why he’s still here and not in a shelter. Zofijka once told me that some animals have to be in shelter, when no one wants them. I’m glad someone wants me. I wouldn’t like to be in a shelter. I wouldn’t have my own place and there would be so many animals. And I think it’s just unseenly for a Russian blue to be in a shelter, so I’m glad that Sasha isn’t either, it would be a shame for us Russian blues.

I don’t know what to do now. My basket is downstairs, and Sasha sleeps on Mila’s wardrobe – in MY very personal hideout. I don’t know why she let him come in there. I’m not jealous. I just want my things to smell like me, otherwise I’m stressed and I don’t know what to do and I feel like it’s not mine anymore so no one likes me because everything here smells like Sasha. I know that in fact they like me more because I was the first and they know me longer and I poop where I should and not wherever I am at the moment, but I still feel this way. It’s awful. Maybe I’ll go downstairs and lie in my basket anyway.

On Wednesday we were home alone – me and Sasha. Olek popped in for a while but other than that, we were home alone. They closed us in the cellar. I like the cellar, but I didn’t like to be closed in one room with Sasha all day long. But Mum had to close Sasha so that he wouldn’t poop God knows where and Sasha hadn’t been in the cellar before so he’d be scared on his own. He’s always scared when he’s on his own, just like Zofijka, silly baby. Well I actually told him I won’t call him baby anymore since today, because he had caught a fly and ate it whole. He is better at it than me.

So anyway I was closed too. Mum made lots of toys for us and gave us all our toys, well, they are mine, but I don’t play with them, I rather prefer playing with things like feathers or leaves that smell very nice, but Sasha will play with anything. We had food and drink and our litterboxes and lots of room to play, and it would be fun, but I was stressed because Sasha was with me all the time. He is nice, but I’m still fearful of him. I can’t help it. But he likes me. He likes to lie on me and purr, but I didn’t let him. I curled on the windowsill and looked at him playing and then we both fell asleep. Sasha pooped to his litterbox and on the pouf, and I felt I need to poop too, but was too stressed. And I barely ate anything. When they finally came back it was already dark outside. Mum washed Sasha and cleaned up his poops and let him out and finally I could relax and do my business, when he was out of there. I don’t like to do it when someone else is with me. So yeah, I’m still having a lot of stressful time.

Tomorrow mum is going for a cat show, but no, I am not going, luckily. I would hate it, but they say they would hate it too – if I was touched and looked at by everyone around. Sasha isn’t going either, he’d maybe like it, but he wouldn’t fit in with his always tearful eyes and who knows where he’d decide to poop at the show, he can be quite unpredictable as for places he chooses for it.

Mum jus came back from the shop, so I think we’ll soon go to the vet. :/

Mishhugs and Mishpurrs for everyone. πŸ€—

Misha πŸ’™

Feeling like a lonely leaf…

Hhrrru?

It’s Misha Pisha. How are you doing pets and peeps? Hope everyone is feeling good.

I’ve slept through all the day yesterday, and most of today. Mum and Mila went out somewhere earlier today, and I was at home only with Olek, but he was in his room watching TV and didn’t care about me at all, he never does. And I was feeling lonely. Lonely as a leaf. I always say I’m lonely as a leaf when I feel lonely. And then Zofijka laughs and says leaves aren’t lonely because they’re together on a branch, or when they fall they are in a pile. But sometimes tey are lonely. Sometimes when it’s autumn one leaf is left on the branch while all the other have just fallen. And I bet he’s feeling lonely and cold without other leaves to keep him company. And even if there are no leaves on a tree, they aren’t always all in the pile. Sometimes it’s windy and the wind can blow one leaf away from the rest and leave him some place when he’s alone. Or with other pile of leaves that he doesn’t know, but that’s another story, luckily I didn’t have to ever change my pile of leaves, well, only once, when I was very small and was taken away from my cat Mummy, but I don’t remember it almost at all now. But I sometimes have those days when I feel lonely as a leaf. Even if people say my comparison is stupid, I don’t think it is. Do you know what idiom is there in the Polish language to say someone is lonely? Lonely as a finger! Does that make sense? No! Neither for peeps, nor even for cats! So why can’t I feel lonely as a leaf, if someone might feel lonely as a finger?!

For those of you who don’t read my Mishposts from the beginning of this blog, you probably are confused as for how can I talk to people and you probably think I’m just making it up. I’m not. Or, well, just kind of… We have a game with Mila and Zofijka, that I can talk. Mila made it up and Zofijka seems to believe that I can really talk even though she’s 11 already. But I think she wants to believe in it. I just need to connect to someone’s brain with mine, and I just talk via this person, and it works a bit like a phone connection, we can connect and disconnect whenever we want and I just talk. Usually I connect to Mila because it is usually Zofijka who wants to talk to me, or we three talk together sometimes, so, ya know, she doesn’t want to seem that she is talking to herself, she doesn’t want to seem crazy, and she says that when I am connected to her I’m talking bullshit. They both like to talk to me though, particularly in the evenings.

Anyway, I felt lonely as a leaf so I was hanging around the house on my own and crying. But no one even heard me so then I went upstairs and to Mum’s wardrobe and lied there and fell asleep for a while, and I dreamt about leaves being blown away each in different direction and not being able to find each other and I was also a flying leaf in this dream. Finally though I heard some bustle downstairs so it meant they’re back. Mum found me soon and I had lunch and then went upstairs to Mila’s room and we were snuggling and I got a lot of snacks and was purring. Then I climbed up on the wardrobe in her room and slept there for a while and I think I’ll go back there after I write this.

Sleepy Mishpurrs from

Misha


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