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?
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?
I am not sure if I am bragging too early, but it seems like Pixie is a little fairy after all. Those who know me for a while, remember that I was not be touched by anyone. Last Summer I risked my life running away from Mom on the street when I thought it was not her who touched me. I ripped my harness off, tore Mom’s hands severely and ran home crossing two roads…
When someone would approach me with a kid, I would start shaking or roaring. If someone other than Mom would touch me, I could have hit with my paw or bite through the hand…
Now, having a stable life, Mom’s friend Kris living with us for almost a year now and Kleo with babies for over 4 months changed me, made me calmer and more confident. But having Pixie the Smiling kitten (Pixie Pie, Pixie the Sweet Paw, Pixie Crazy Pants, Pixie the Silver Mouse and so on and so forth) changed me so much Mom can barely recognize me.
I am old Mr. Grumpy, of course, and I am still a crazy Dragon baby, but I am much sweeter to Mom, my health is more stable and the most surprising thing is, I LOVE people now. Yes, yes, you heard me right. Every man/woman/kid I see outside of my apartment is my friend. I ran to a human to greet him and I smell him and bump him with my head and rub on his legs. Nothing will make me happier if a neighbor lets me in to his home to explore…Happy days like this I cherish. Last week Mom was shocked when a lady that came to see someone in our block lifted me up thinking I am running away from Mom and guess what I did? I purred to her!!! Well, to make a long story short, look at the pics. This is me being held by Mom’s friend Kris, who has been living with us for 8 months before I let her touch me for the first time.
Now she is even aloud to pet me and hold me from time to time. I sat on her lap recently so she could rub my face…Mom never thought it was possible. Now she is daring to dream that Pixie and I will become cuddle buddies one day!
Do you agree that Pixie has magic in her?
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?)
Our small family of three makes a circle. We follow one another all the time. Since I was a kitten, I needed to be everywhere where Mom was and Pixie is the same for some reason. Even when while Kleo and other kittens were here, Pixie chose to follow Mom and stay in our room most of the time. Even being squeezed by the door (Mom didn’t see her, Pixie was too fast and Mom didn’t have enough sleep for weeks then) didn’t stop her. And now she follows me or Mom around everywhere.
Our morning starts with Mom going to the bathroom and both of us following her there. Pixie needs to sit in Mom’s arms or play around and I need to show Mom how much I love her and wait for my morning massage. Then Mom goes to the kitchen and we are there too: Pixie is asking for some diary before the breakfast and I am reminding Mom it is time to take me out. I won’t eat my chicken if I had no walk first.
Then, when we go for our naps after a playtime (in which Mom HAS to take part, of course), we always stay close to Mom. I need to open my eyes and see her, that’s why I like my warm house on her desk so much. And Pixie is trying to nap on Mom’s lap, on her laptop, on the desk in front of the laptop, near my house, in her house close to mine and on her upper bunk of our new bunk bed (which I do not use. It’s a girlish thing!).
Every time Mom goes away, we try to stop her, Pixie is even getting into her bag to show she is ready to go out with her, though she is afraid even being out the apartment for now. When Mom takes me out and we both leave Pixie, she starts yelling like crazy and tries to open the door to be with us. So Mom is forces to carry Pix around with us when I am having my in-building walks.
And no matter where we fall asleep in the evening, we would come to sleep with Mom during the night. We are the guardians of her dreams: I sleep in her feet and Pixie is near the pillow. We keep Mom safe, when she is resting after keeping us safe and happy all day.
Do you believe in monsters? No? So do I. I don’t believe in them, I know they exist. Because we have one in our apartment. It is not the usual under-the-bed monster, it is an under-the-table one.
Once a week it emerges out of his hiding place and Mom has to wrestle him! He roars and he breathes out fumes of hot air, and he’s got a longest nose I ever seen like those elephants Mom told me about. Mom wins every time and it goes silent and pretends dead till the next week. (I know, I am checking him every time).
I am not afraid of him, of course, but I understand that monsters are dangerous, so I watch the fight and wait if Mom needs my help. But she is strong so I can trust her here.
Pixie is not sure yet how to react when she sees our monster, but she looks at me and tries to stay calm though I see that she is scared. She is brave and smart, I guess, she’ll learn to trust Mom too.
Do you have any monsters at your home?