What’s up pets and peeps it’s MISHA!!!

Hhrrru?! 😻

How are you pets and peeps doing? It’s Misha and I just woke up from a long, long nap and am full of beans and very energetic. I probably won’t write much ’cause there are so many other things to do and my paws itch for a good run but just wanted to tell you that I am very happy because Zofijka’s just come back from her holidays! She went away for a week, and today she came back and at least something is going on in this house, it was like a graveyard without her and I was just sleeping and sleeping. The sad thing is that she doesn’t seem to be very interested in me. Mila says that she just has a lot of things to do and a lot of things to catch up on but I am worried that now she likes that other cat – Flocky – more than me. Flocky is their aunt’s cat and he’s also a Russian blue and apparently he’s my relative or something, but I’ve never met him. And Zofijka has been talking about him a lot. It drives me crazy. I just hope she’ll soon forget about him. And I am also a bit sad because she says she’ll be going away in two weeks again. But she’s very happy about it so maybe I should be happy too. After all, it can be really good too when Zofijka is not around. You can relax properly. Sleep more. Be less paranoid that someone’s lurking there waiting for you to come closer just to scoop you up and get into her noisy room and squeal “Miiiisha cuuute Miiisha!” in your ears. Oh yeah and there’s much less noise which is good, but, like I said, not for too long, as it starts feeling odd. I guess the peeps felt a bit odd too.

Has something nice happened to you this week? Any plans for the weekend? Are you gonna do something interesting with your peep(s), or with your pet(s) if you’re a peep? πŸ™‚

Off to have a race with Zofijka.

Mishpurrs.

Misha πŸ’œ πŸ’™ πŸ’š

Question of the day.

Hey hey people! πŸ™‚

My question for you today is the following:

What was the first major purchase you made with your own money?

My answer:

Misha! Mum helped me a bit but I paid most so, at least in practical terms, I’m his owner. I’ve never regretted that purchase, obviously, and generally, I think it was the best one in my life.

How about you? πŸ™‚

Feline interview with me Misha!

Hhrrru? to all pets and peeps! 😻

Just a short note to let you know that an interview with my Mishness has beenΒ  published by Scrappy Doodlepip over at

A Guy Called Bloke And K9 Doodlepip

I’m excited about it! One step closer for me to become a real Mish celeb. Hope you’ll enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing. πŸ™‚

Mishpurrs!

Misha πŸ’œπŸ’™ πŸ’š

Me Misha and my food.

Hhrrru? 😻

How are you pets and peeps doing? Have you had something yummy to eat today? Me?… No, not really… My peeps are very selfish today and don’t think about me at all, and Mum and Mila are forcing me to diet since a few days, they say I eat too much snacks every day and that’s why I am so fussy for my actual food! It’s not like this! If they just tried more and take a real interest in what I like to eat, bought me something super super yummy like for a king I would eat it. And now, guess what?! I’m only allowed 3 snacks per day! THREE SNACKS! When this human era will end and we will start to rule the world – the felines I mean obviously – I will be also forcing my humans to starve. I’ll have a whole breedery of humans and I’ll starve them all to death, yes I’m that vengeful. And I will say it’s for their own good. And I will yell at them when they will get sick all overΒ  my bed and tell them they are stupid donkeys like my human Dad said to me. But OK, Misha, breathe deeply… OK, yeah sadly, my plans of vengeance will have to wait until the next era, first we’ll have to detronise the humans and that may take a while. I’ve got a different idea for this post.

Some time ago someone came to our blog googling for “Misha cat food”. I have no idea if there is such cat food called Misha and I probably will never know because my peeps are too stingy and want everything only for themselves and if “Misha cat food” exists it must be terribly expensive because it’s there only for me. Who would predict that I – the Russian blue tsar, would end up with such people… – Anyway, Mila said she looked for it but couldn’t find any Misha cat food but how can I believe her if she refuses to give me snacks?! How could I believe anyone who would refuse to give me my snacks that I have every right to get as many as I wish? By the way, you know what she’s doing right now?… She is eating CRISPS! And the others are BARBECUING. Having meat! Sitting outside! So I am trying to comfort myself by writing this little post. But I’m digressing again, those peeps will one day give me a nervous breakdown.

But I thought that even though I don’t have that Misha cat food, nor any grilled meat or cat crisps, I can tell you guys what I eat. That is, the stuff I have to eat right now. And I’m gonna show you some pics. I love to be a model and I love when peeps take pics of me, I’m in my element then! I would like modeling to be my full time job, but not like on cat shows, where they give you sedatives and want you to sit still when there are so many other cats and other animals around and so many loud peeps. I’d like to have my own little, quiet office where people would come to take beautiful pictures of me, admire my beauty, and whatever they like about me. There would be plenty of baskets and cartboard boxes for mme to sleep in or to pose for pictures, lots of windowsills, soft pillows, lots of toys and blankets and everything that would be the best background for me. There could only be three people at a time or so, and no one could hold me, just look at me, and only stroke me for a few seconds if I wish so. And there would be a gallery of my pictures and people would make worldwide famous paintings and sculptures of me. Ahhhh, dreams!!! Isn’t it such a purrrrrre pleasure to dream? But oh well, let’s go back to my boring food.

I usually don’t eat the same things over and over, at least not when it comes to vet food, I don’t stick to one. The food I like best are things that have very thick but smooth texture, like a sauce. I don’t like to bite, it takes too much effort, it’s much nicer to just lick food like ice cream. But I do like my dry food and some dry snacks too, especially Party Mix. My favourite wet snacks are tomato sauces in tubes, I think their smell is the exact smell of heaven – the heaven that I will go to anyway, my view is that everyone should have their individual heaven that smells like they want it to. – My human Mummy bought me new wet food a while ago, and it’s something new that I hadn’t eat before, I was at first really interested in it but it only smells good, doesn’t taste quite as yummy. She said it was apparently very fancy and pricey, but I don’t really like it that much, even though Mum blends it for me so that I don’t have to bite. Mum herself says that “It’s very delicious”, each time she gives it to me, but I wonder how she can know that if she hasn’t eaten it herself. If it is so delicious, why won’t she try it? I find it very suspicious. Jocky is crazy about my food and gets real bad convulsions which I assume are caused by his excitement (weird way of showing it really), any time Zofijka gives it to him. But I’ll show you the pic of that food anyway, and some others that I currently eat. If something looks like wrong with the pics, please let us know, Mum was supposed to give them names so that Mila can insert them properly and not guess what is what but a few aren’t named in the end, and I Mishself have no idea about such humdrum stuff like editing so Mila’s doing it.Let me know if you like the pics, and how beautiful you think I am advertising my food, well I’m not advertising anything here but Mum says I look with it so nicely that they could use it for an ad. And let me know pets and peeps what do you like to eat. If there are some other pet bloggers out there, maybe you’d like to share pics of your food on your blogs as well. OK, here are the pics.

Misha with his cat food

Misha and his cat food 2

Misha and his cat food 3

Gonna see if I can sneak outside to the BBQ now so that no one would see and steal some meat. Wish me luck, the door is open so I just need to be quiet…

Mishpurrs.

Misha πŸ’œ πŸ’š πŸ’™

PS: My expedition has failed. Zofijka’s crew – her friends and cousins – saw me and started yelling “Oh, kitty, what a lovely kitty!!!” so no green grass and barbecuing for me. I’m back at Mila’s. No big loss, there’s way too loud. But I want meat!!! 😦

Question of the day.

What kind of exotic/uncommon pet would you want if it were affordable/safe/legal/moral (for the animal)?

My answer:

Hm, I’m not sure… I guess I’m really happy with my Misha. I also don’t really have an interest in any exotic animals. The only thing I can think about is a horse. I’d love to have my own horse, so that I could ride more regularly and also so that I could establish a really strong bond with it and so it would be just mine.

How about you? πŸ™‚

Happy Easter, peeps and pets! πŸ˜πŸ˜»

Hiya people and hhrrru? to all of you.

It’s just a quick, collaborative post of me and Misha who is too sleepy to write on his own, and we’d like to wish all of you a very happy happy happy Easter. I hope it will be a blessed time for all of you and that you will feel the presence of Jesus in your lives, that it will be just a happy, peaceful time for all of you. And Misha wishes you loads of yummy food and some nice presents, but also don’t forget about your pets, Misha loves getting presents and his point of view is that everyone else does too. Or if you’re not celebrating Easter, have a beautiful, fun-filled weekend and enjoy yourselves whatever you’re going to do. πŸ™‚ I’m sorry I’ve been quite behind on blogging, I hope I can catch up over Easter, I’ve been having a lot of time with my family and had been completely absorbed by a work possibility that I thought I found in front of me, which didn’t work out but I lost sight of everything else for the time being hahahaha and got completely immersed in that.

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

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.

Question of the day.

Do your pets get along?

My answer:

Well as many of you who’ve been reading my blog for a while probably already figured out, Misha isn’t too easy to get along with and it’s not easy for him to get along with others. And those of you who’ve been around here last autumn are most probably familiar with our other Russian blue cat – Sasha’s – story, and how we failed at having another cat in our family. Now, apart from us humans, the only other company Misha has here are the fishes and he is happy with them and always very interested in watching them, so, yes, I can say he gets along with them. As for their relation to him, I guess you’d have to ask them, I’m not sure what they would say. πŸ˜€ And there’s Jocky outside too. They say that cats and dogs don’t get along, and I’m sure there are such cases, but from our experience and from we’ve heard from behaviourists, it would rather seem that a cat will get along better with a dog rather than with a fellow cat. It’s also true that Misha and Jocky see each other maybe once in a couple of days, nevertheless there’s no visible anxiety or lack of confidence on either side at all when they do meet. Misha is very interested in Jocky, you know, in a way that you would be interested in aliens, maybe not someone to hang out with for longer, but interesting to see, observe and make friends with. Jocky on the other hand really wants to play with Misha, but also seems to have some respect for him, which I find a bit amusing. They usually meet though only through the door so there’s no direct physical contact and no playing, they only played with each other once soon after Jocky’s come to us, and ran around the living room like crazy, seemed to have lots of fun, very different from what it was like with Sasha.

How about your pets? πŸ™‚

Question of the day.

Hi people. πŸ™‚

My question for you today is:

How do you choose names for your pets?

My answer:

Well we certainly don’t have any rules for it, and it’s usually a bit of a dilemma because people always have different opinions on different names of course. Our current pets, excluding the fish, have been named by me. With Misha… hmmmm… well let me think, I don’t even remember how I came up with Misha haha, it’s just so natural, he’s just a Misha ain’t he? He just couldn’t be anything else. πŸ˜€ OK I guess it was very spontaneous. I remember that even before we actually had him but knew that we are going to most probably have a Russian blue cat, I thought about him as Misha. My distant aunt to whom we used to sometimes go for holidays when I was a very little kid had two dogs, one was Masha and the other was Misha, and I always got those word obsessions, I still do actually, anyway then when I was there I somehow picked up the word Misha and would go around saying Misha all the time whether it would be with a context or without, though I didn’t really care much about the dog himself. My fascination with the word Misha got even stronger when someone, my uncle I believe, told me that Misha means bear in Russian. I loved bears and teddy bears as a child, and even more so the Polish word for bear, which is miΕ›, so pretty similar to Misha. But somehow with time I forgot about those dogs and didn’t hear the word Misha too much so didn’t think much about it either anymore. But when we started thinking about having a Russian blue cat, of course I also thought a lot about a potential name for it and wanted it to be Russian if possible. And naturally the first thing that come to my mind was Misha, and my fascination with the word Misha started all over again but twice as strong. Zofijka liked the idea, and my Mum seemed too, however when Misha finally arrived, it looked like they were rather unsatisfied and inconvinced to the name Misha, my Mum claimed that it sounds infantile and no one will call him so, that we should change it and started coming up with loads of gross ideas, some of which I call Misha now when he’s particularly annoying because no one normal and well-behaved deserves to have such names for real. πŸ˜€ But I continued to call him Misha and they somehow seemed to accept it or get used to it, and then there was no other way because Misha started reacting to his name. If I wasn’t so determined, he’ll probably end up as Jaguar, which was his birth name in the breedery, which isn’t bad, but not good either. Misha is indeed a little bit infantile and means a little bear but I like it about it, and at the same time it is also a legit form of Michael and is elegant and sophisticated and masculine, despite ending in -a, which is normally reserved for feminine nouns in Polish, and that internationally Misha is a unisex name. I don’t know how anything can be infantile, masculine and unisex at the same time but I’m probably just strongly biased. πŸ˜€ If cats can like or dislike their own names, I suppose Misha likes his, and seems to enjoy hearing words containing the sh or especially -ish-
sound, be it Misha or whatever else, it always draws his attention and he becomes all ears, my Mum noticed it.

And with Jocky it was that his original name was Jacky, and it was the second dog that we’ve had (second in a row) whose name was Jacky when he came to us, which perfectly shows that it is a fairly popular dog name in Poland. While I LOVE Jack, Jacky, Jackie, anything along those lines, as I’m sure I don’t have to repeat ’cause you already know it, I don’t like the fact that Jacky is so popular for dogs, and my Mum doesn’t either. Plus my Dad is Jacek and while Jacek and Jacky don’t have anything in common etymologically, people sometimes call my Dad Jacky or Jack, so… a little awkward it would be. But I felt that at the same time it would be so awful for him to not be Jacky anymore, because it’s really a lovely name. I let them name the first Jacky that came to us and they chose Bobby, and I always regretted that because actually Bobby is not much less popular and recognisable and to me sounds much less charming on a dog. So I suggested Zofijka a compromise that maybe his name could be Jocky, which is actually the same but literally unheard of over here, well I at least don’t know any other dog named Jocky, and I liked the Scottish feel to it. And Zofijka said it sounds even better, Mum also said it’s more zesty and suits him better, and also, as she pointed out, it rhymes with Rocky (as in Rocky Balboa, yes, my Mum openly admits that she really likes Sylvester Stallone), and Rocky is for some reason another crazily common dog name in Poland, God only knows why. So, now we have a completely unheard of hybrid of two painfully overused names, which is quite cool I guess, at least when it comes to naming a dog, not so much, or not always, a baby.

The fishies also have their names, but no one really uses them. Zofijka came up with them, or rather with an idea to call them with names of people in our family.

How about your pets? πŸ™‚

Question of the day.

What do you think of clothes on pets?

My answer:

I guess I don’t have any very strong opinion on that. The only one pet that I’ve ever saw wearing clothes was a little dog, a York, he was my teacher’s dog. I never heard about what she did before and at the beginning I felt rather apprehensive to the idea, but in her situation it definitely makes sense and is helpful. She was blind and living on her own in a block of flats, so it would be hard for her to clean up after the dog or control when and where he’d do his business. So she bought pants and nappies for him and just whenever he pooed or peed she. changed him. Well as I said at first it was like a shock for me, like how you can do this for a dog, he must be very uncomfortable, it’s unnatural! And probably it is indeed, and when she stayed at our place for a few days we could see how much better and freer, lighter and cooler he felt without it on himself, as if he immediately got twice as much energy, but also I don’t think it’s a huge harm for him to wear it and, if there’s no other option, that’s really not a bad idea. Also, he looked really cute with those nappies. So, for someone, I have no problem with it, especially if it’s for a reason like that. But if I were to do such thing to my pet… I’m not sure. I certainly wouldn’t dress Misha in clothes, maybe it’s just my impression but looking at him I usually have a feeling that when we decorate him occasionally with something, like with some small ribbons for example, it seems to make him agitated and annoyed. I also really like Misha’s fur, and wouldn’t like it squeezed in between clothes so that I can’t touch it easily, without a good reason for it. If I really wanted to have my own dog, while living on my own, it’s very likely that I would do the same as that lady, simply because I’m blind too and certainly wouldn’t handle the poop otherwise, but then it’s highly unlikely that I would want a dog for myself, especially when living on my own, because I think cats are easier to care for and I just resonate with them a bit better.

What’s your view on this? πŸ™‚

Question of the day (15th March).

Hi guys. πŸ™‚

Here’s another pet question for you:

Do you think pets can count as children?

My answer:

It only depends on how you feel towards a pet. I must say that before I met Misha, none of our pets felt like this to me, and they were just pets, although for me Misha is definitely my child, or little brother, and I treat him as such. Not because I would like to have children and he’s some sort of a substitute but because I simply feel this way only to him and it comes very naturally to me to think about him as my child since he’s with us. Funny thing that my Mum feels the same about Misha, though not as strongly as me I guess, she often jokes that she wouldn’t think she’d have a little child again, refering to Misha, and she’s actually his primary carer so he treats her like his Mummy in lots of ways.

What do you think and how do you feel about your pet(s)? πŸ™‚

Question of the day.

Hi people. πŸ™‚

Today, my question for you is:

Who was the most difficult pet you’ve ever had?

My answer:

Well, I feel tempted to say Misha again. How can one pet be both the best and most difficult? Seems like it’s possible. Well it’s not really that he’s difficult like challenging or very problematic, but he has a difficult personality, which can make him a bit demanding, and you need to know him well to know how to approach him, how to get along with him. Misha is complicated and not your most cuddly and loudly purring average cat. Yet I wouldn’t change him to any other.

The most difficult time that we’ve ever had with a pet was certainly with Sasha, but then again, it was mostly because of Misha and his needs, and that he couldn’t adapt to living with Sasha and they were stressing each other out. It’s not that I blame Misha for what happened, if it’s anyone’s fault what happened with Sasha it’s only ours, and that we didn’t consider Misha’s needs in the first place or didn’t try to predict his reaction but rather decided to act egoistically and on our whim. This was a very complex situation overall. Sasha himself was a very nice and cheerful kitten and way less complicated than Misha, but we made his start very difficult, and to all of us it was very difficult, sad and stressful. For those of you who don’t know, Sasha was a Russian blue kitten whom we got from the same breeder as Misha, but it failed because Misha simply wasn’t able to adapt to having a new cat in the house, because he was the only one for years and also because of his anxious nature. So we needed to find a new home for Sasha.

Other than that we had a dog two years ago, some time after we moved to our current house. We tried a few dogs but weren’t lucky with them, they were all kind of stupid, each in its own way and ran away after some time. But the most difficult one was called Bobby. Actually his original name was Jacky, which i loved, but my family wanted to change it, because Jacky is a fairly popular and mainstream dog name over here. So we called him Bobby. Bobby was very beautiful, but incredibly foolish, noisy and happy to jump on any chance to run away. He was really annoying.

And Masha, the dog whom I mentioned yesterday, whom we had when I was a kid, was also incredibly stupid.

But other than that, we were mostly lucky with pets.

How about you? πŸ™‚

Question of the day (11th March).

Did you have any pets growing up?

My answer:

Loads! I was growing up in the countryside so there were always lots of pets and animals overall. As I wrote in the last post, we’ve always had fishes. We lived on the same backyard as my grandparents and aunts with their families, and we always had a dog on the backyard. The first one that I remember was called UgryΕΊ (Bite) and he was a rotweiler. Despite his name I remember him being quite nice though he had his own boundaries and demanded respect from everyone. At the same time that we had UgryΕΊ, for a short while there were also my uncle’s two dogs, my uncle and his family lived in a town and they didn’t have a place for them so the dogs lived with us. I don’t remember much about them as I was very small when they lived with us, I know that they were called Mona and Lisa and were both very scary and big and wild and horribly noisy, and had to be separated from UgryΕΊ and at a distance from people, only my grandma brought them food and no one had contact with them, I wondered why anyone would like such scary dogs. There was an incident when my brother was around them both and Lisa bit him very badly and he has a scar from it. But as I said they were only for a short while with us. UgryΕΊ lived for long years but already when I was born he was an old dog so I also don’t remember much of him.

After that we had quite a long break, until my grandma once came back from work with a very small dog. My grandma sells eggs to people so she visits lots of houses and someone just asked her whether she wouldn’t take their dog because they have to move and don’t know what to do with him. I remember we really struggled to name him, until finally grandma came up with Bobik. Bobik was very small, mixed-breed and very energetic and friendly, though a bit mischievous at times. When we lived there, my Mum always seemed to have some strange sort of luck that she found dogs on the streets, and a couple of them stayed with us. One of them was Figa (Fig). She was a big, but very calm and clever dog, though she had a very strong voice and if the situation needed it she would bark really loudly. But other than that she was really calm. She was very authoritative and Bobik always seemed to listen to her. I liked her a lot, because she was so clever. But also she had another quality that I loved in her and that was very useful to me. She liked eating wasps and hornets. When we saw it one summer, we were scared, but she always managed to do it so quickly that they wouldn’t do her any harm and seemed to like it really much. Figa also loved chocolate ice cream.

I don’t know when exactly it was but I guess sometime when we had both Bobik and Figa, my Mum got one of her strange impulses and decided that she would like to have a Caucasian sheep dog. She had a friend who had a breedery or something like that, and she got us such a dog. We called her Masha. I really disliked her. She had very stinky food, and was very noisy, and while overall a very cheerful and hearty and fairly clever dog, she had an awful habit of jumping on people which I hated dearly, and she was just annoying for me. I don’t remember her too well, I don’t even remember what happened to her, I guess we sold her to someone but I’m not perfectly sure. I was at school most of the time then probably and just didn’t think about her much.

We had both Figa and Bobik for a really long time, until they died, and they were both really faithful and likeable dogs.

I guess already when Zofijka was born, again, during a walk, my Mum spotted another stray dog and brought him home. My aunt named him Polar, as in polar fleece, because his fur was so soft. It turned out that Polar was a Polish Tatra sheep dog. He is still there living with my family. He is my most favourite dog of all we’ve had. He can have a fiery temper and always wants to be in charge of things, but he’s also very playful and just good, if you can say so about a dog. He can be very affectionate and I always feel very safe with him. He is a really good guardian and knows who is his people and who is not and is extremely and fiercely protective of his people, he is really scary when you mess up with him. Though he usually doesn’t bark a lot without a need, I remember when I couldn’t sleep, sometimes I felt anxious, or just lonely, and it was so quiet all around at night, and then sometimes out of the blue Polar barked a little, so I knew I wasn’t the only one who wasn’t sleeping hahaha. I regret that Polar can’t have children, or that we couldn’t take him here with us, I’d like to have a dog like him here, all of us would.

At the time we already had Polar, my cousin said he’d like to have his own dog, and he and his mum went to a shelter and he got himself one and called him Rico. I suppose Rico is very traumatised, or something must be a bit wrong with his brain, because he can act very foolishly and unpredictably. he’s small and has very rough fur, a complete opposite to Polar. And he likes to make lots of fuss of himself.

For a short while, at the time we’ve already had Rico and Polar, my Mum got herself a dog of one of her favourite breeds – a Munich schnauzer. We had a real trouble naming him and there were lots of suggestions, though she finally called him Bono, after Bono from U2, she loves this band. Bono wasn’t long with us and I almost don’t remember him. Mum had to sell him because our family weren’t happy with him, you know when there are so many people living together, it’s hard to make everyone happy.

We also had tons of cats on the backyard, most were unnamed, though for years we had a female cat whom I named Misia, who greatly contributed to increasing our local feline population. Most of them all were of course wild and not really up to making friends with humans. There was one sweet little kitten I deeply loved as a little child, he was very cute and small and lovable and gentle, completely not like other cats out there. I named him Parpill, in reference to my imaginary creatures. Me and my brother were carrying him in a stroller around the backyard and playing that he was our baby. πŸ˜€ Until when I was at school, one of our local drunkards ran him over, driving under the influence. I was hating him silently for years hahaha, no seriously I really hated him. Another cat that I tried to make friends with I called PimpuΕ› (there is a popular old Polish children’s book with a cat named PimpuΕ› in it, and I also had a teddy bear named PimpuΕ›). PimpuΕ› was really wild though and a little malicious, or so seemed to me back then.

And then again, when Zofijka was already born, so I was maybe 11-12 or something like that, my grandma came back from work with a cat. Her client said they need to give him away because her daughter, his actual owner, was pregnant. So, to Dad’s absolute dismay, Mum took him home. He didn’t have a name, he was just the cat, until when Zofijka was big enough, she started calling him Kiki. She was showing him her adoration in really strange ways – like dancing around the kitchen holding him by the neck. – Surprisingly, despite all the suffocating love from Zofijka, care and food from Mum, Kiki’s favourite person was Dad. At night, he would always lay on his legs, and follow him everywhere around the house. Kiki, like Misha, was rather withdrawn, though didn’t have the adventurous side to his nature like Misha, he was always afraid of the outdoors and never willing to come out. He was also a bit more affectionate and loyal than Misha, in a way that for Kiki it was more obvious. I liked Kiki, though wasn’t too attached to him and don’t remember him too well because I was mostly at the boarding school I think. I’ve always felt a bit guilty thinking of Kiki. When Kiki was with us and I was home for the Christmas break, I remember that when it was finishing, I really didn’t want to go back to school and was very determined not to go. Not like I wanted it any other time, but with each time I just grew more and more sick of it. I looked up lots of ideas on the Internet how to get ill on purpose so that I wouldn’t have to go, and I made a very precise plan what to do. I waited in my room until everyone will go to bed, Kiki was in my room, and then when finally everyone seemed to be asleep, I sneaked out on the terrace barefoot just in my pj’s. There was a lot of snow and I was walking around in it and wallowing in it for quite a long while until I got all freezing, and then got back home, closing the terrace door behind me, and did the rest of my plan. Mum woke me up early next day as we had to travel to the school, I wasn’t feeling sick at all, other than of anxiety. And the first thing Mum told me was that something utterly unbelievable happened. She went to the kitchen, and saw the cat on the terrace, glued to the glass and waiting for someone to rescue him. Of course the loyal Kiki had to follow me, though I didn’t have a clue about it, and closed him there. I felt awful about that but didn’t say anything, so it stayed as an odd anecdote in our family and Mum always told it to people. I only revealed the secret on my 18th birthday party, when I was out of school and Kiki wasn’t with us any longer, and that was quite a shock to everyone. My Mum got rid of Kiki very spontaneously. She is quite pedantic, and although Kiki was really clean as I remember him, Mum claimed she had way too much cleaning with him. But she wanted to get rid of him in a nice looking way, so decided to be generous and give him to my aunt who has MS so that she’d have company during the day when her family are out at work. Kiki had a good life there as far as I know, and was thoroughly spoiled by my aunt and uncle, got to eat lots of sausage and had become really fat. But then my cousin, who was mainly taking care of him, became pregnant, and they had to give him away. My Mum found him a new home in Warsaw, so he had to travel a fair bit of the country, though I don’t know anything about him now, he’s probably very old if still alive. I wish we kept him for longer, so maybe I would form some real relationship with him and be able to compensate for closing him on the terrace, but then we most probably wouldn’t have Misha, which would be even more sad.

And, as a little girl, maybe 8- or 9-year-old, I was reading articles about different pets and how to care for them in children’s magazines. I generally wasn’t the type of child who would be crazily into animals and always dreaming about a pet but suddenly I got some sort of obsession with pets, and for like a month or so I was constantly tormenting Mum, begging her to buy me a hamster or a guinnea pig. At that time I was really trying to fit in and be like other kids and even had a sort of friend in the neighbourhood, and one day in summer our mums and us were going shopping. And my friend’s mum heard how much I would like to have a hamster or a guinnea pig and was the only person who showed me compassion and understood how badly I wanted a pet and said that their friend’s daughter has a hamster and they have to give it away for some reason so she’ll ask that woman if she could bring it to me. I could see that my Mum was very unsatisfied and annoyed with it and tried to explain to my friend’s mum that it’s not really the best idea, but her point of view was just like mine: “Oh but if she wants a hamster, why not? It’s not a problematic animal”. I guess her friend desperately wanted to get rid of her hamster, and she really wanted to help her. πŸ˜€ I was over the moon. So, very soon, just the next day, my friend and the other girl – the hamster’s owner – came to me and I got my hamster with the cage. I called him Bingo, and thought it was a boy, though apparently it was a girl. It was a very weird hamster and acted as if he/she was wild, not at all like the hamsters I read about, and not very playful or likeable. Once he even bit me. So my feelings for him were slowly dissipating, and my Mum really disliked him. When I went back to school after the summer holidays, Olek offered to take care of him and become his temporary owner, but when I came back home, Bingo was long dead. I don’t really remember how it happened. But Olek was taking care of him and then made a very neat grave for him in grandma’s garden. I was actually relieved that there was no Bingo, he was really weird.

And one year I tried having snails as pets, and kept them in a tin filled with salad. That was very short-lasting though.

How about you? πŸ™‚

Question of the day (10th March).

Hi guys. πŸ™‚

From now on I’ll have some pet related questions for you, so I hope you will enjoy them.

Do you currently have any pets? If so, what species?

My answer:

I guess if you aren’t completely new here I don’t have to say it again that I have a Russian blue cat whose name is Misha. He is 3 years old, is with us since April 2016, and he is almost everything for me. As long as I can only remember we’ve had fishes, my Dad has them actually. I don’t really care about them but my Dad does a lot and so does Misha, it once even happened that the fish bowl was open for a while when Dad was doing something with it and Misha scratched one fish very badly so the poor thing died. He loves looking at them and I guess is determined to one day catch one of them and eat it. And then we have a dog since last December, he’s mostly Zofijka’s, because Zofijka loves dogs and has always dreams about one. He’s extremely attached to her and treats her like her playmate and always cries when she goes out to school. His name is Jocky and he is a mixed breed dog though we’d had suspicions that he’s a Havanese, he looks very similar to this breed, but it’s rather impossible for him to be Havanese. Misha is in-door only, while Jocky lives on the backyard. He is small, I don’t know exactly how old he is, but he’s rather fluffy and I usually call him Jocky the Ball. While Misha is very withdrawn and introverted, Jocky is always full of beans and extremely touchy-feely and childish.

How about you? πŸ™‚

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’™