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?

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.

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.

Paws against terror

If you’re scared and you know it, clap your hands.
If you’re scared and you know it, but don’t really want to show it… if you’re scared and you know it, clap your hands…
Is it a funny song or not? Mom said she saw a lot scared gloomy people in the underground today. Everyone has his own mechanism to hide his/her vulnerability. Mom is smiling. To almost everything…she embraced a complicated smiling system Thai people use not to disclose their feelings. They have 13 types of smiles. It seems that Mom has even more sometimes. I wish she had only one – the happy smile.
We are far from St. Petersburg and Moscow, but we live in the third populated city in Russia and many things are getting scary here lately as in any other big city in the world. Like taking an underground, going out during important holidays, being in a crowd or taking a plane.
It is normally scary for introverted people as well as cats, I believe, but every year it becomes more and more dangerous due to acts of terror. Terrible, pointless, inhumane. I know, I am just a catman, but maybe my human friends could explain why someone would blow up innocent people, crush a plane into a building or start a war? I am not able to grasp the idea. Maybe those people know another God, who is NOT Love? In my world the answer to everything is Love or at least 42…but not this.
I’ve noticed that I am using word “inhumane” to describe actions of humans more and more often. Humans, please, be humans! It is more difficult than being robots or animals, but it worth it, believe one tiny wolverine cub who made a great effort to become a true catman.
My paws are against terror! Join me, my furriends! Raise your paws too!
#pawsagainstterror #pawsforpeace

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?

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!?

Silver Mouse – the curse breaker.

 

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?

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!

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?