What is the last thing you said out loud?
Called Misha out.
What is the last thing you said out loud?
Called Misha out.
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?
It’s Misha again. I’m utterly bored so thought I’d write something. I’ve been having another sleepy, hot week so far. I’m craving to go outside, but they still don’t let me, well they do, but only for a while.
Today there were terrace doors open in Olek’s room and I got out. And… owch! it was awful, it was so hot, like on a frying pan. The tiles were so hot! My paws got burned. I climbed up on the wall but fell down again. Then I climbed up again and ran back into the house. My paws were sore for quite a while, but now they’re OK and they weren’t burned very seriously, just hurt a bit. My stupid peoples think I’ve “learnt a lesson”, but nooo, no such luck, I’m not so fool to not realise how the weather is changing, I’ll just wait for a better moment. They just amaze me, so stupid they are. And they say I am stupid! Sick, innit?
Today Mum was in a supermarket with Zofijka, and just when they got back I knew they have something for me. I always know it because Mum sounds so satisfied when she has something for me. And today they had bowls for me. Four, brand new bowls. One for dry food, one for wet, one for water and one for snacks. I think they are nice, and smell nicely. Mum says they are of porcelain, because an aristocrat needs to have a proper tableware to eat from and it can’t be plastic, but I don’t care. Now Zofijka calls me Miska all the time, because miska is bowl in Polish and it sounds almost like Mishka and Mila told her that Miska is the same as Mishka but in Hungarian. They often call me Misa or Miska etc. but I guess I wrote about all my nicknames before, I have so many of them, why can’t they just stick to Misha? They are really weird, but I even like some of these nicknames.
Zofijka got her birthday present from Mila today. It’s skunk slippers. They are soft and fluffy but they scare me.. They are scary, really. They look likke real skunks – only they don’t smell – and when Zofijka is walking or running or dancing, their tails are moving, and it scares me! And she has them on ALL the time now. I’m nervously worn-out.
What are you afraid of, peoples and animals? How has your week been? Have you been doing something interesting? Mishhugs.
This is boring sleepy Misha again. I won’t bore you for a long time because I’m just too sleepy. This week’s been so so hot. I’ve slept through most of it. And I’m gonna go to sleep straight after I write this post. But I’ve also had some adventures this week too. My peoples have the terrace door open most of the time, they were barbecuing and stuff and it happened A FEW times this week that I was able to sneak out of the house. I was on the roof, it wasn’t my first time, as some of you maybe remember. I love climbing on the roof. It’s such a pity that such aristocrats like me can’t do it whenever they want and normal wild cats can do whatever they want. It should be the opposite, how do you think? Also one day the door was open, Zofijka forgot to close it, and I could just go out o the backyard. Oh boy was I happy! So very very happy! And free. I wanted to travel around the whole world and explore it and have adventures and meet other animals and play with them, fight with them, catch them, eat them… I ran through the whole backyard and then Mum realised I went out and started to chase me. So I ran away even faster. I was very determined to be free and have lots of adventures. But then other peoples also chased me and finally they caught me. I was so so mad, sad, and frustrated. I cried for hours. I wanted to go out and have at least one big adventure, travel somewhere, meet someone, but no… everyone can go out except for Misha. That’s so unfair. Someday I’ll do it for them, maybe in the next life. I’ll keep them home and will be going out when I want, wherever I want, and they will have to stay at home all the time. But now I’m not as mad as then and I am at least glad I could go out for a while and see the whole backyard. Unfortunately I didn’t see any animals.
Is it very hot too where you are, peoples and animals? Did you have some interesting adventures recently?
Sleep well everyone, I’m off to sleep.
What kind of dog would you get if you had a chance?
As a loyal and consequent Jackophile… well, ya know what I’m about to pick… Jack Russell terrier. 😀 Actually, we thought about getting a Jack Russell sometime ago, but no, seriously… I’m afraid I have no clear idea. I like dogs, but I am not like passionate about them so am not an expert as for breeds and don’t have a favourite one. I’d just like it to be friendly and cute and clever. Zofijka dreams about having a dog, Misha is a bit too little for her, she’d need a companion with whom she could go for walks regularly and play outside, which she can’t do with Misha as we don’t let him out almost at all and if we do it’s usually by accident, plus their characters are as different as possible, Misha is a bit afraid of Zofijka’s exuberance and boisterousness. But neither Zofijka nor Mum aren’t decided as for what kind of dog exactly it should be. My Mum is terribly indecisive. Sometimes she wants a little, young and cute dog like a york so she could have it at home with Misha and they could play together and sometimes it could go out and then get back home and lounge on the pillows. Then she wants an older dog which is already taught some discipline so she wouldn’t have to teach it everything and it would be better to guard the house and it should be of a bigger breed and should only be on the backyard, not in the house God forbid! Then she says she doesn’t want any dog because then everything would be messy and dirty and it is too much of a responsibility for anyone here, particularly for happy-go-lucky Little Skunk Zofijka, instead she wants another Russian blue cat to keep Misha company – he’s really thirsty for any animal friends, it’s very visible he lacks it very much and is just bored most of the time. And sometimes she wants an Abyssinian cat. And then she doesn’t want any other animal because it’s just way too much for her to handle. Things are even more complicated because as long as we live here we had three dogs already, and all were just so stupid and two of them have ran away from us while the third one was trying desperately to run away because he missed his old family and was misbehaving so we sold him. My theory is that changing his name worsened the situation so much, because when he came to us, his name was Jacky, but Mum decided to change it because “it’s stupid” and because sometimes some people call Dad Jacky so it would be a bit confusing. He was going by Jacky for like three days and although he was sad visibly, when we finally changed his name to Bobby, the real troubles started. 😀 Well I’m sorta kidding but who knows… Wonder what’s his name now. Anyway, for my Mum, it all goes this way in cycles since about half a year now. 😀 Most recently when she was in a dog phase she wanted a pinscher. So nobody of us knows what kind of dog we want. 😀
How about you? 🙂
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!
So I was nominated, again, yay! 🙂 This time by lovely Ghostmmnc
for the Blogging Chums award. Thank you so much, that means a lot to me. 🙂
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. 😀
And now, the letter. I’m curious how it’ll go, honestly. 😀 Will Misha be appropriate? 😉 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!
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Thanks once again, Ghostmmnc, for nominating me. 🙂