Confusion

Have you ever been so confused in your life, that you did not know what you feel? You are close to someone and yet far, you look at each other and hit, instead of kissing, because you are afraid to admit what is going on; you look at her and have no idea why this creature is so important to you, but you feel it in your guts, and ready to forgive all those bites, sudden jumps and hogging all the attention some times. I still won’t let her steal my treats or deprive me of my naps, but I like when she misses me, you know. Whenever I leave home, even for 5 mins, I come back to a yelling little monster who starts purring to Mom and jumping at me simultaneously. She can’t be alone at all. You know what warms my heart most of all, she is purring to Mom, but she switches to me instantly and chooses to go play with me, not stay and have some girl time with Mom.

I never could imagine I’d love someone except for Mom. But now, I’m afraid, I do. Having Kleo back with us made me realize how much I love this little ball of fur with a fire under her tail. Mom thinks Pixie chose her over Kleo and started following her around when she was not even a months old yet, but we all know who she chose to be with, right?

Still, I am confused about it, can’t grasp the moment when I turned from hating all the other cats to loving one.

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.

No outrunning our fate

No outrunning our fate,

No shielding life with bare hands,

No making eras change their gait,

No seeing where a childhood spans.

 

Protect the kingdom of your dreams

And make the time to slow its pace.

Set free forever your heart’s screams,

Come first among your foes in race.

 

Restore the meaning of your life.

Provide your army with a faith.

Ignite the eyes of Love with strife.

Imagine that you live in grace.

 

Rewrite the code of happiness.

Reshape the fabric of the worlds.

Reduce the feelings’ timidness.

Release anew the book of odds.

 

Without stirring tears’ load,

Nor picking up old dust from soul,

Remain yourself and face your bode,

Stop playing hide and seek in whole.

Let’s talk about love

Let’s talk about love, shall we? No, not that love that you are thinking about now, not romantic love or the way a son loves his mother, or even how a big brother loves his lil sis. No, no, no! I am talking about passion, about what drives you, what makes you jump out of the warm bed in the morning and dance through the day. You are getting the feeling, right? Are you nodding and having a smile on your face now? For Mom it is me (of course, have no doubts about that!), for Pixie…can you guess? Right! Me as well, with a little playing around and occasional purring like a broken purring machine.

For me it is exploring the world and birds! Or maybe birds even come first. I LOOOVE them, I swear. I sit still for them, I wag my tail for them, I sing for them! But they never answer to my feelings. They tease me and mock me, can you believe that? Who in his right mind is able to reject me? I reckon they are just stupid (not you Pico and Poco @jones_fids, not you!). Otherwise there is no reasonable exploration why they would not come and play with me as I ask them. I will be gentle, I promise! I like the process of hunting, I need the drive and the action. I won’t eat them, because I am a fan of healthy eating and I eat only high quality boiled chicken breast (cut before cooked!).

Twice I had a bird in my paws already and twice I let it go. Catch and release is a cool game when everyone stays safe, but Baby Dragon quenches his thirst of hunting.

Tell me what your passion is!?

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!

My Mom is stupid

 

One would expect that after spending three years together and sharing so many adventures, his own mother would learn a thing or two about him? Well, maybe Mom did learn a couple of things after all, but I guess she is just not smart enough to understand me completely.
What? You shake your heads in disagreement? You think she knows each and every hair in my coat and all of my face expressions?
Maybe. Not too much brain needed for that. But she still can’t figure out where I hide balls from her. Balls are my favorite toys, maybe even most favorite of all. And I have several of them on my paws all the time. Mom gives them to me to play 2-3 at a time. And we play with them for a while, then I hide them: under the sofa, under the wardrobe, under the fridge, behind the toilet, between the detergent and the packet of Pixie’s litter…
Mom figured out the most used places, of course, but sometimes I like to watch her look for a ball for days. I hide it and then giggle following her around the apartment while she is checking every dark corner. When I get bored of this game, I would bring the ball to Mom myself and put it right before her, so she would have no doubts that I knew where it was all this time.
Do you agree now that I am the mastermind in our family?

My tail song.

As my tail is intricately crooked and Pixie’s (my new little sister) tail is bent on it’s base and a bit on the tip, we created a Tail Song for you. Hope you’ll like it. Here we go:
 
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.

The under-the-table monster

 

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?

My face language

 

As you probably already know, my face is very expressive and, having had my crazy Mom as a teacher for all my life, I am very good at expressing myself with it. I have a voice too, of course. But I keep it for when Mom is not bright enough to read my face. So I have to use this means of communication pretty often as you already have guessed. But face language always comes first.
Curiosity, anger, happiness, joy, being offended, scared or grumpy, wanting to play or feeling sick, being pleased and displeased with Mom – you can see all of this clearly on my face. This language of mine can go to such subtleties that no one really believe Mom when she goes into details about it. But it is not only in Mom’s head, you know, as Mom’s little sister learned to understand me too. And for that I have recently granted her a permission to touch and even pet me when I am in the mood. So now there are 3 people in the world who have this privilege: Mom, her little sis and a man from a neighborhood shop that I befriended during this summer. For some inexplicable reason I felt like he has the right to touch me from the start.

P.S.

I am so sorry that I have been silent for so long here. I have mostly moved to my Facebook page and Mom has been really busy or a long time. Hope we will be more active now.

My eating routine

As the only source of food I know is the Mom’s hands, I am not only picky about my food, but I also prefer her to feed me. I have a strict breakfast ritual and some important food related routines too.
In the morning I have to go for a short walk: to eat some grass or watch birds sitting on Mother’s shoulder. If the weather is not nice, checking out the corridors of our building will be fine too. It is my territory and I have to take care of it first thing before I can take care of myself.
After a walk, I am ready for my breakfast. The chicken tastes better if a bit warm, not dry (with broth) and eaten from the Mom’s hand, of course.
If Mom is away, I have no problem in eating myself, but if she is at home, I can sit beside her for a long time, asking to feed me. In such moments I become nice and tender, I rub on her feet, I sit and wait timidly when she has time to make a pause in her work and go feed me. But she better not wait for too long or I will get sad and hide behind the couch to sleep alone.
The least she can do is to sit beside me, stroking and rubbing me. But sometimes I need her to do all that and hold my chicken in her palm too, or ask me to eat several times, while I am deciding if I am going to eat right meow or 5 minutes later, or just sit near me and do nothing.
I eat several times a day by small portions. Mostly during my midday nap. I wake up every other hour, run purring to Mom and we go to get me a couple of pieces of chicken so I can sleep again till my inside alarm clock tells me to do it all over again.