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?

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?)

Mornings are for kisses

Mornings are for kisses. Did you know that? I bet you did. But my little sister Pixie ignores this rule as much as she can!
The first thing I do when I wake up is always…well, sometimes I go to pee, but the first things after that are definately massage and kisses. I sing a love song to Mom, she massages me and rubs my face and tells me that I am the most beautiful boy in the World and she loves me more than anyone (her tune has changed a bit since we have Pixie. Now she is adding that this little terrorist is the most beautiful girl in the World, can you believe it???).
And right when I am feeling like I am the happiest catman in the world, Pixie attacks!! She jumps on me, hugs my neck with her tiny paws and plunge her tiny razor teeth into my shoulder! Or she dances around my delicate butt like a crazy monkey biting or hitting me with every round.
Mom tries to give her a massage too and she tries to pet Pixie and explain her that morning is a time to greet the World and express love, but she squeaks back and runs away in a wacky way!
What are your mornings for? Kisses or crazies?