Choices

Everyone knows what a difficult choice is. It is a choice which you don’t want to see; a choice you think you can’t handle; a choice you don’t want to make.
If you finally take a deep breath and a step forward, you might find yourself in different situations:

– relief;

– regret;

– being unsure;

– trying to persuade yourself you took the right path on the crossroads you just left.

But no matter how you feel, making this choice changes you. Is it a good thing? Is it a bad thing? For you to decide. Are you ready to choose?

Happiness in small things

I know I am a complicated personality, I can be a cute little bunny, a funny guy, a playful mischief or mr.Grumpy, an angry panther and a furious baby dragon in one day, but overall I am a happy catman.

I am finding happiness in small things like: Mom coming back from home, going out and bathing in the dust or sitting in the sun, playing with my little sis, having my chicken, hunting paperballs, or fetching mr. Pinkey. There are so many bad things around, but if you concentrate on them, you won’t see the good things you have every day.

So I close one eye from time to time to see the world brighter and better. And what do you see?

The Fire that Forges

Is there the exact moment when you fall in love? Is it a smile? Is it a smell? Is it a word said? For my Mom is was the moment she realized she is a Mom to me. That the first thing I do when I wake up, I call her; that when I am scared I need her; that when I am in pain I ran to her. She saw that she was the center of my tiny universe and, being a responsibility freak, she just couldn’t let me down and let herself fill with this overwhelming unconditional love a mother have for her child.
She says she had dogs and cats before and she loved them dearly, but those fires we went through together forged something new from us, something unique. She calls me her son openly and even my grandparents still wince at it. Being her son at day, I am the guardian of her dreams at night. We are inseparable except for one thing: money. Still don’t understand why Mom can’t stay with me or take me with her to her office every day? Is money the most powerful thing in the world?

Life is a pretzel

My life has been crooked from the start.

Born in the country of the red dust and absent pets, where cats’ and dogs’ best option is to be allowed to live near the house and be fed with what’s left after people. Abandoned by my cat-mother the day I was born, found by this crazy person I call Mom. Traveled in circles between Siem Reap, Phnom Penh and Pattaya. Got sick, fell down, got bitten and got sick sick sick again. Traveled across the world, teaching Mom not to be afraid of flying. Conquered the snows of Siberia and earned IG friends from all around the world with my fiery nature.

My life looks more like a pretzel, than a line from A to B to C.
Mom says she wants to straighten our life. But what does it mean? To know what awaits you tomorrow? To have everything planned? To have no reason to be afraid of a new month coming? Or to wake up with a smile on your face?
Well, Pixie and I are in charge of her smiles, so she always has plenty in stock. What else could she want? You don’t think she meant me to straighten my tail, do you?

That reminds me of a song Pixie and I created some time ago.

Ros:

My tail’s not bushy,

My tail’s not long

My tail’s not what you want to hold on!

 

My tail is crooked

A-aha

My tail is crooked

A-aha,

My tail is crooked!

 

Pixie:

My tail my tail my tail my tail.

My tail my tail my tail my tail.

 

Ros:

My tail is my feature,

My tail is my pride,

Touch my tail and I’ll beat ya, it’s only for my bride.

 

My tail is crooked

A-aha

My tail is crooked

A-aha,

My tail is crooked!

 

Pixie:

My tail my tail my tail my tail.

My tail my tail my tail my tail.

Bathroom patrol

 

Do you all love your bathrooms as we love ours? Something is special about that place, right? I guess it’s the running water. The beauty of sparkling drops fascinated me when I was little. I would sit and watch them running down the walls after Mom took a shower. I have been spending at least one third of the day in the four walls of out bathroom imagining it is a whole kingdom and it’s mine! Pixie is fascinated with water too. She drinks from a tap, she catches water drops with her face and paws, and she lays in the bathtub while Mom washing her face or getting ready for work. But most of all she likes to sit on the side of a bathtub and catch Mom’s feet through the bath foam while Mom is taking a bath. It’s all about the bath here! Is it the same at your place?

Inner silence.

How often do you speak with your inner voice? Once in a while? Every day? All the time? Mine just won’t shut up! There is no privacy in my head. It asks me cunning questions, it shows me what I don’t want to see about myself, it soothes me when I upset or makes me even more upset, and it laughs like a crazy evil professor trying to enslave the world. You would say it is just mine subconscious so I am simply talking to myself. Well, one might agree, but if you try and peep inside my head, you would never again ponder over the question if subconscious is a part of one self: it isn’t, I promise.

I was very irritated with my inner voice lately. It was annoying more than usual, so a couple of days ago I wished it to go away for the 3588th time. I don’t know what was different that time, but the voice actually left me alone. No, ALONE. For the whole day there was not a though, not a word, not a move inside my head. It was scary and fascinating at the same time. I felt like I was outside, pushed out on to my skin: sounds were louder, colors brighter, people’s faces clearer. The world looked as if someone took a plastic from the monitor or photo shopped the picture.

My inner castle was gone, there were no inner space at all. What did you say? I am crazy? Totally, man, totally! Did you expect anything else from a baby dragon?

Thankfully, after sleeping off and watching funny series with Mom for the whole weekend, I am getting back to normal. Anything unusual in your life?

Doubts

How often are you filled with doubts? I am fighting them all the time, but they are still taking over. Yesterday Pixie decided to run up Mom’s back for no reason. Mom jumped up, yelling…she says she is in pain and asked me to explain to Pixie that she shouldn’t do it again. I watched her carefully, came closer and froze hesitantly. Then I reached Mom’s foot and bit her so she wouldn’t put her parental responsibility on me! I am a fun brother to Pixie and not her second parent!

Tonight I was in doubts again when Mom woke up at night and caressed me gently…I was considering going back too sleep, but then I bit and bunny hopped Mom’s hand and demanded her to take me out at 2 a.m. Yep! I felt like having a walk! Mom’s problems that she had to wake up at 6 and go to work… her first and most important job is to take care of me, right? But she didn’t go out. She tried to hide under the pillow from me…One and a half hour later I gave up and left her alone. But I had some fun in the process 😸😸😸 why being a cat if you don’t have a little fun every day?)

Your choice

Life is a series of new experience: even the same action we perform daily is slightly different each time. What we learn forms us, but we are lucky enough to have a choice – we can choose what we learn, because we can choose what we see in life.
Who do you choose to be? What life do you choose to live? Are you happy or not where you are?
Taking responsibility for your actions, life and happiness is not easy, blaming the rest of the world is much simpler. But the day you step up for yourself will change your life forever. Maybe today is the day to finally do this?
P.S. The most difficult part of is that you have to make this choice every day for it to work. Right?

Love is all around

Love love love! Love is everywhere even if we do not feel it or see it sometimes…
I found out that giving love is the best way to feel it yourself. I found out that in the moments of doubt, someone is always there for you. Maybe not the ones you expected to be, maybe those who you least expect to be, maybe someone you barely know, but we are never truly alone if we don’t want to be alone.
Love is the main force of the Universe: not laziness, not greed, not money or pleasure, love. It moved mountains countless time!
So share your love today with someone: with your family, friends, a pet or a neighbor. Love is the only thing that grows while being shared with others.

May the Love be with you, my friends!
And Happy Valentine’s day to you!

Cuteness is a dangerous weapon

 

Pixie is a terrorist! What? You don’t believe me? You say she is too cute for that? You know, her cuteness helps her get away with many things, but it does not prevent her from being a real menace to your life. Well, not your life, probably, but mine for sure.
See how she changed my daily routine already:
– we wake up when Pixie wakes up;
– she gets her pre-breakfast dairy snack first before we get our breakfast;
– she demands to go out with us, destroying our private play time that we had with Mom;
– she won’t let me nap as much as I want during the day. She just jumps inside my warm house and bite me everywhere forcing me to go out and then she jumps at me and bite my neck and ears making me start our chasing game;
– she catches everything Mom throws right away and won’t let me prepare for the attack, thus ruining all my fetching games with Mom;
– she won’t let Mom go to sleep in the evening by jumping at me so I would chase her around. We have our crazy chase games at midnight every day now. We run around Mom’s bed, jumping at her all the time. Mom has to hide under the pillow to try to sleep!
– by disrupting my daytime naps and by not letting me go to sleep with Mom in the evening, she makes me grumpy and irritable and I demand more walks and attention from Mom now.
So, now you see that Pixie is a cute terrorist, driving Mom and me mad? What do you say? We should be more strict with her? Oh, Mom tried sometimes, when she goes too crazy or too late, but it doesn’t really help. And have you seen her happy smiling face? We forgive and forget everything the moment this little daemon turns into a cute kitten again.
Cuteness is a dangerous weapon!