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