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.

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?