Tag: Misha

Christmas is coming! With My Inner MishMash Readership Award!

Hi people! πŸ™‚

I’m so excited to let you all know that My Inner Mishmash Readership Awards have already arrived to two of the winners – Carol Anne and her system of

Therapy Bits

and Ashley Leia of

Mental Health @ Home,

yay!!! πŸ˜ƒ 😊

I’m really glad with how well this went, and so very happy that I could show them my appreciation as a blogger for how insightful readers they are, and that they both are enjoying their MIMRAs. πŸ˜€Β Β Β  They have both kindly shared their impressions (thanks so much for that πŸ™‚ ), so I’m sharing them so that all of you can know what was in the packages. πŸ™‚

Here is

Ashley’s post, with her and her guinea pig Casper opening their package

and Carol Anne and Taylor’s video is below. πŸ™‚

just so that everyone knows, the candles are with shea butter, which can be poured into a bath or used for a massage. I used to have one like those years ago and loved it. And it is cool as even when you use up the shea butter it’s still practical and you can use it for something else.

Question of the day.

Hi guys. πŸ™‚

The question I have for you today is as follows:

If you had to pick any family member to live with you forever, who would it be?

My answer:

Misha! God please let Misha be the longest living cat on Earth, even if it means that he’d be the most famous one and that I would have to bear nosy visitors from all around the world wanting to see 40-year-old Misha! I couldn’t do without Misha. But if we are talking exclusively about humans, my Mum, I think.

You? πŸ™‚

The purring symphony.

Curled up together, we silently lie

me, and him – Misha, the sweet child of mine

I can hear the beating of his feline heart

knowing that no one could tear us apart.

I breathe inΒ  his smell, listen to his sounds

his delicate paws, his head, small and round.

My hand on his chest, I feel how he breathes

What do you dream of, in your peaceful sleep?

his purring – a comforting

symphony

Puts me to sleep, with its sweet harmonies.

When the day comes, I wake up calm and free

And that’s how we live, my Misha and me.

Misha: sleepy week.

Hhrrru?

Misha here. How’s your week going, peoples and animals? Mine is very sleepy. Not much more has been going for me lately. I’ve got some yummy food, lots of tomato sauce. I luuuuuvvvvvvvv tomato sauce. Mum says I’m Italian, not Russian, because she thinks Italian peoples like t eat a lot of tomatoes, spaghetti and stuff. I don’t know how it really is, but if she’s right, I’d love to live in Italy. Tomato sauce is my favourite sauce, but I generally like everything saucy and thick. When I get meat in any kind of sauce and am not very hungry, I’ll usually eat the sauce and leave the meat hehehe. Dad is like me, and Olek too, but the girls say it’s weird and my culinary taste is disgusting. But I know it isn’t and that’s enough for me. Do you like thick sauces like me?

anyone else hates bread as much as me? I hate hate hate hate bread. I can’t understand why people eat so much of it. When I talked to Zofijka and Mila one day, they asked me what food I don’t like the most. And I said that I hate sandwiches with bread. And they were laughing because you only can have sandwiches with bread, even if it is a bread roll or something it’s still a bread after all. But I really really hate bread.

And yes I can talk to Mila and Zofijka. Well it’s just for fun, but I can. We play that I can connect to someone’s brain and if that person is connected to me too, I can talk through her, so either Mila or Zofijka. Usually it is Mila, because Zofijka never knows what I could talk about and doesn’t have many ideas hahahaha. We three talk a lot together particularly at the evenings and enjoy it.

But this week Mum has made up a new nickname for me. Remember I have tons of nicknames? They are good and bad and this time is rather bad but funny. Mum called me Sandwich Thief. Because I really had stolen the sandwich.

Olek made some for himself for work and then he left them in the kitchen and then a lot of stuff was happening and finally he forgot to take them. But I remembered about them. They smelled sooooo yummy. There was a lot of baked ham and yummy cheese, how could anyone forget such a yummy thing? So I just awaited the opportunity.

And it came. Everyone went out, only Mila was at home but she was sleeping. I sneaked into the kitchen, jumped on the countertop, grabbed the whole wrapping paper with sandwiches and very slowly and clumsily walked down and then dragged it out of the kitchen. I dragged it through the floor on the whole way to Mum’s room. It was hard and very very difficult, but it wasn’t my first time, I managed finally. I took it to Mum’s dressing room, where there is very quiet and cosily, a perfect atmosphere for a morning meal.

Now there was another effort ahead of me. I had to unwrap all that. I wasn’t new to it either. But I managed to unwrap only one sandwich. It was always something. I bit into it with delight. Well no, not into the bread. I left it of course. Yuck! I just ate ham and cheese. Mmmmmm yummmy! Looks like food tastes better when it’s stolen. But there was something else and I didn’t eat it. It was yuck ad smelled icky and I didn’t even lick it. Grrrrr! How can people eat such smelly things?

Of course they found out what I did and were mad, but I didn’t care. After all I still left all the other sandwiches for them, so what’s up? And I heard that smelly thing was onion, and when they realised that their being pissed off doesn’t impress me, they started to laugh that Misha is so very picky and doesn’t like onion. What normal being could like onion?! It sure isn’t normal to like onion!!! Now I know why Olek’s room is so smelly hahahahahaha only that the smell in his room is nicer for me. My Mum says it’s his socks that are smelly. You know I like peoples when they smell bad? I do. I like to smell people and sniff my nose in their clothes when they’re sweaty. Mum says I am a good tester when you want to check out who is caring enough about their hygiene hehehe. But I don’t like the smell of onion, that’s for sure. Mum says I’m very picky. But I like chips, and flowers. I love biting flowers. So much that when I was a very little Misha I wanted to bit all the flowers so desperately that I knocked out a few pots. And once my Mum got a decorative grass from our neighbours and I loved it so much that I munched on it all the time. And finally my stomach got upset and it was upset at me for three days so that I could barely eat anything and only lied and slept and had fever. Mum said then that it is a punishment for me because I’m too sneaky. But I’m still sneaky hehehe nothing has changed.

Mishhugs for everyone!

Misha

Diggadgy – Misha.

Hi people! πŸ™‚

One day last year I was deadly bored so decided to spend time at least a bit productively and search for as many songs as possible that have Misha in the title or in the lyrics, and some good ones possibly. The song I want to show you today is one of them. As I heard it for the first time I thought it’s incredibly weird and that I don’t like it. But something attracted me strongly to it and I listened to it once again, and then again, and again. I am not among the people who if they like a song, set it on repeat and listen over and over for the whole day or longer until they can’t stand it anymore, quite the oposite, if I particularly like something, if I listen to it, it’s a celebration. Unless it’s one of my crushes, then I can listen to them all the time and not be bored. But with this song it was just so odd. I thought it’s weird, but couldn’t stop listening to it. Was it that Misha – the only word I can understand here – making it? Maybe, but I guess it has to be something more. So finally, after being forced by my brain to listening to this song about five or six times in a row, I just had to grow to it admitted that yes, it’s weird, but I like it. Hard to say why, because it’s really weird.

I showed this to Zofijka shortly after I discovered it and she said it’s scary. But then she said “Play this once again”. – You said it’s scary so what’s the point? –

Because I want to hear it once more and see if it is really as scary as I think. –

Addictive or what? πŸ˜€ And then Zofijka wanted me to download this song on to her Pendriveand although she still thought it’s scary, she also said she likes it. I was joking that when Misha will die, I will be going around moaning like this lady here and Zofijka said she will too.

I would really like to know what’s the background of this song. What is behind it, what it is about, who that Misha is. Cause I still like this song a lot.

And I don’t even have a clue what language this is. I tried to find it out from the video or who Diggadgy is, but it didn’t really work out. I haven’t found out anything about Diggadgy and the description under the video as well as most or all of the comments are in some language that uses a different alphabet than Latin, which makes it impossible for me to read it because my Braille display recognises only Latin characters and most of my synthesisers have no idea how to read that stuff at least approximately. I thought at first it’s Russian maybe, but it doesn’t really sound like Russian, does IT? Now I suppose it has to be one of the languages spoken on the Balkans, or maybe it’s from one of the Asian countries under the huge influence of Russia like Kazakhstan? Just my assumptions.

If anyone of you would recognise the language, I’d be incredibly grateful if you told me which one it is, my curiosity will eat me up some day. I’d be even more grateful if by some miracle anyone would know/guess, what’s it about.

And, of course, as always, I’m curious what you think about it. πŸ™‚

Does anyone remember me yet? :/

Hhrrru?

It’s Misha. Does anyone remember me? Did anyone miss me? I know I haven’t talked to you in ages, but it’s not my fault. It’s Mila’s. There’s been so much I wanted to tell you, but she was busy all the time and very selfish and didn’t let me write anything for sooo long. And I am afraid no one will remember me now.

But now Mila says she will have time to write for me so I hope she will do it. I really missed you all.

Has anything interesting or funny happened to you during my absence? Please tell me about it. There have been lots of things happening to me, but I sleep so much lately that I forget everything quickly and my Mishbrain gets a hard reset every so often.

My main trouble is still that they don’t let me out. Sometimes they let me, but only on a leash. I was out on my own for a tiny little while a few times but then peoples were always so mad at me. and when I am in the house they’re mad at me too. Because I’m meowing and crying all the time when I see the sun. I just want to be out on my own. I’ve heard that many cats can just go around on their own and go out or in the house as they want. I want it too. I told Zofijka about it, but Zofijka said I am an aristocrat and aristocrats can’t do such things. I don’t want to be aristocrat. I want to go out and run, fight with other cats, catch birds and other animals and eat them, have a girlfriend, wallow in smelly things, feel the taste of things in the bins, have someone to play and argue with. Being a Russian tsar is boring. But no one listens to me either way. When it’s not sunny I forget about the other world and it’s good and then I’m glad I have my yummy sauces, comfy pillows, lots of snacks, chicken breasts, can lounge on the beds, don’t have to share anything with anyone. So actually I don’t know what I want. Mum says that’s puberty for me and that it’ll pass, but I don’t even know if I want it to pass, I want my freedom, and I want to stay comfy.

You know what I’ve heard recently? Mum and Mila talked that I will get a new toy. And it will be a very exceptional toy. I still don’t know what it will be and when I will get it, but I want to have it now. I can’t wait to see it. I am so bored.

Any peoples or animals want to talk to me? I’m so bored and lonely. What have you been up to?

Mishest regards and Mishhugs.

Misha

Blogging Chums award.

So I was nominated, again, yay! πŸ™‚ This time by lovely Ghostmmnc

for the Blogging Chums award. Thank you so much, that means a lot to me. πŸ™‚

The Blogging Chums Award is given to particularly brilliant bloggers who are really providing something special to the community, either through their writing or the way they engage with other people: they’re just brilliant!

Here are the rules:

1. Be sure to use the award image!
2. List the rules & about paragraph!
3. Thank whoever nominated you!
4. Write a letter to someone who means a lot to you to spread some positivity around the Internet – anyone will do!
5. Nominate 5-10 more people for the award and go let them know about it in their comments!

I think I’m going to break the first rule about the award image, I don’t have anyone around to help me with it at the moment as civilised people are sleeping and I wouldn’t like to do it wrong in any way, which would be quite likely as I can’t see. πŸ˜€

And now, the letter. I’m curious how it’ll go, honestly. πŸ˜€ Will Misha be appropriate? πŸ˜‰ I know there are people who would question calling a cat “someone”, but not me, plus he means the world to me, so I think he’ll do too.

My dear, lovely and just the best baby, friend and supporter, Misha!

Sometimes I really wonder how do you have to feel about yourself if the only thing you get from others is pure adoration, love and pampering. But that’s what you deserve, sweetie, even if it makes you think you are the centre of the world, because, actually, you are pretty close to that point in my world, never mind worlds of other people. I would like to know if you know how much you really mean to me. I want you to realise how much love, joy and happiness you have brought into my life when you came to us – little, fearful, non stop crying baby Misha. I loved you at a first glance, and although I have you with me for only two years, I feel like I wouldn’t be able to exist without you. Some would probably call it a very wrong form of attachment or something, but I don’t really care, as long as you are with me. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like if Zofijka picked another Russian blue cat for us, not you, if you wouldn’t stare at her at that moment you both met. Would I love that cat as much as I love you? Would he be as exceptional, beautiful and intelligent as you are? Probably, but I’m just so happy I have you, my lovely, grey-blue-silver Mishbaby. So if you didn’t realise it yet, I want to tell you now I just love you to pieces. I even love those few disadvantages you have because they make you who you are, they make you a unique individual, different from all your brothers and sisters and all the OTher Russian blue cats. Even if my family doesn’t understand why are you scared so easily and so wild at times, I do get it. We are made of the same clay, aren’t we? We both love to be close with other beings, but anything can scare us and make us run away. We both need to consider all the circumstances before we engage in anything. We both hate people intruding on our territory and when there are too many people around. And we both like to observe everything around us not being seen. Isn’t that a lot of common ground? I guess that’s probably why we got along immediately. I just want you to know that I don’t want you to be different. That would be fun if you would be more snuggly than you are, but we can’t say you aren’t, and I think if you aren’t snuggly all the time, we can appreciate snuggle time with you more than if it would be our normal. Sometimes all of us get it a bit too directly, that you don’t like us, and that’s because you don’t want any hugs and sometimes just any kind of touch, but I know it’s not about us and I think others do too, it’s just how you are. So even if we are disappointed at times, that you don’t come to us like a stereotypical cat, purring and waiting for snuggles, I love you and accept you as you are, not because I can’t change you so I accepted it as it is, but because you are my Misha, the only Misha I have and my favourite Misha, and I wouldn’t change you for a thousand of other Mishas. And I know that when you cuddle with me, sleep with me, lay down at my feet purring everY TIME I come home from somewhere and say “Hhrruu?”, spend all the day with me, come to me and lick me like crazy, play with me, let me cry in your fur, climb up on my arms, it’s because you want it. YOu truly want it, and no one forces you to do so. So I guess you have to like me too. And I want to thank you for all that you do for me. That you simply are with me, through thick and thin, and you are so supportive, like many human beings can’t be. I’m just so lucky I have you.

Thank you so much for everything and hope you’re happy with us too!

Emilia

My nominees:

Amee over at

Beauty And Bipolar

Carol Anne over at

Therapy Bits

Ashley over at

Mental Health At Home

Trina over at

It’s Good TO Be Crazy Sometimes

Cyranny over at

Cyranny’s Cove

Thanks once again, Ghostmmnc, for nominating me. πŸ™‚

 

From me Misha to all women.

Hhrrru?

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. πŸ™‚

Misha

Share your world, February 19, 2018.

How do you like your eggs?
I am not a massive eggs fan, but if I eat them, they are usually either soft-boiled or hard-boiled. I really don’t like fried or scrambled.

Have you ever met anyone famous?
I think it depends on what you mean by famous. Famous people may be famous in some environments, whereas not heard about at all in others, the same about different countries. I’ve met some people that apparently were famous, but I’ve had no idea about their existence before I met them. But putting it very generally I think I know a few famous people. The most important from these from me is a Polish writer MaΕ‚gorzata Musierowicz. She writes books for children and young people, but especially those addressed for youth, are willingly read by all the generations, especially by women, but also not only, and they are very much appreciated. She writes about a multi-generational family, their life, their friends… It may seem pretty prosaic, but these books are full of interesting thoughts, intelligent humour, warmth and yummy food they eat.

I was at the quite difficult time in my life, I left the boarding school for the blind where I didn’t feel good emotionally and went to the integration school for two years, but it didn’t seem to be good practically for me, so I had no choice but come back to the boarding school. And it was a very hard decision. My Mum knew about it so she said she will make my dream come true if I will do it. So I did. And my biggest dream at that time was to meet Musierowicz. So my Mum told one of the staff about our agreement, no one else knew about it, and they organised a contest for the whole school about Musierowicz’s books and their characters. As at that time I even knew some parts of her books by heart (:D so obsessed I was) I was one of the finalists and so we met her. I had a great time with her and I saw she’s really an amazing person. We even hugged each other and I could see her house and the garden and she read the book for us.

I also met the wife of one of the former presidents of Poland as she came to our school, I was very small back then though so I don’t remember that very well, but I sang for her. Our school was often visited by different apparently famous people so I saw lots of them, but didn’t realy care about it.

What was the first thing you bought with your own money?
My Russian blue cat, Misha, was bought partly for my money. I don’t want to talk on his behalf, but I personally have never regreted it even for a while.

What did you appreciate or what made you smile this past week? Feel free to use a quote, a photo, a story, or even a combination.

Usual things like Misha and progress in all my languages. On Tuesday my Maths tutor, with whom each of us – me and Zofijka – has individual lessons twice a week, came to me and had a great gift for me. She saw my gem stones collection and told me her brother has collected a lot of minerals when he was younger and now he moved houses so no one cares about them. So she brought them to me. I was excited. There are three big boxes full of stones and actually I still haven’t seen all of them. Also on the same day I was very proud of myself for challenging myself and my social anxiety and talking to a guy I’ve just met, which turned out to be a very nice conversation. His name was Jacek. It was so just not like me to just chat with a guy I’ve never seen before. But I felt relatively comfortable around him. I have always a weird liking for names Jack and Jacek and almost always tend to like/get on with people with these names. Even if a villainin a book is called Jack, I’ll still be more understanding for him than for any other villain. Maybe because my Dad’s name is Jacek. I don’t know, some say I’m just a name and language fetishist. πŸ˜€ On Wednesday it was Valentine’s Day and although I am single so didn’t celebrate it much, especially that we are a Catholic family so it was Ash Wednesday for us, it was still a good day for me and I had a great time with my family. And it was Cat’s Day on Saturday. We didn’t have any presents for Misha, but we treated him like a king. I appreciated the fact that I slept relatively well all the nights last week. Wow, it seems quite long! πŸ˜€

Thanks so much for hosting to Cee over at Cee’s Photography. πŸ™‚

https://ceenphotography.com/2018/02/19/share-your-world-february-19-2018/

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?

Mmmmm, whipping cream!

Hhrrru?

This is me, Misha. Wanted to wish you belated happy Valentines. Hope that day was very happy for you. πŸ™‚ 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! >:(

Hhrrru?
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.

Hhrrru?

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