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:
– 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?
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!?
I’ve been to several airports in my life and I have explored them all. In Suvarnabhumi airport in Bangkok every staff member and passenger of our plane was eager to get to know me, but I was overwhelmed with the amount of people, and after a short walk I decided that my cage was not for keeping me in, but for keeping me safe and I hid inside.
Every time Mom would take me out to pass the scanner or another checkpoint, I’d hold on to her shoulder so hard that would leave marks on it even though my claws were cut before we hit the road.
The staff there checked my papers carefully. Two times for some reason. This is a huge airport with me being not the first cat to fly out for sure, the airport staff was a bit confused and not sure about the papers and rules. But still after rechecking everything the man informed every checking point that there is a cat traveling so they were waiting for us and were very helpful.
It was the longest flight in my life yet: Bangkok- Moscow – Chisinau. I am fine in the plane, but very eager to leave the cage once we are outside, so transit time is the hardest period of every trip.
It is strange that in Russia no one really cares about animals traveling and their documents. You have to spend lot of time and nerves to get them, but no one asks them in the airport. For the first time we arrived to Russia Mom would ask everyone who she needs to show them to. Everyone was surprised and the animal service officer was not pleased that we woke him up when we finally found their office. I didn’t like Domodedovo (airport of Moscow) at all. It is very big and we had to run far every time to show the documents to the vet service that was not happy we are law abiding passengers…
In the nameless airport of Chisinau we were met by the officer at arrival and had to pay a special fee for my entrance to the country and one more strange fee for me to leave it. You have to pay every step of the way there. Even documents for departure are made in three different places with three more times to pay than in the other counties I have been to.
In the Tolmochevo, airport of Novosibirsk Mom would ask again and again who to show my documents to upon arrival. But the place where the animals should be checked was empty and no one seemed to care. One lady officer was standing at the exit and watching Mom running around. Finally, she asked Mom: Is your cat well? Mom said: – Yes, we have all the documents needed and a couple additional to prove that, – she prepared to open a folder with my docs and to show her my passport with all the shots noted, microchip certificate and traveling health certificates. But the tired woman shook her head:
– Go then. It’s fine.
But Mom just kept staying there. She is always so worried that I might have problems with documents and may be taken away from her and put in quarantine or something, so she checks everything 10 times before she could breathe normally.
– Don’t you need to put some stamp on the documents? Will there be any problems for us later, when we travel again if you won’t? – she narrowed her eyes.
-It’s gonna be fine. Just go already. – the woman smiled.
M9m shook her head thinking that there are no guarantees in Russia that you will meet no problems even if you do everything right. One official says one thing, the other says different and it is always your fault…
Still she took me and walked away. We also were pretty tired. This is the only airport where I had no walk so far. It is small and usually crowded, no safe corners like in Moscow, where I made some friends checking out every small shop with snacks and newspapers.
Mom says that when she took me in her arms for the first time, she was almost paralyzed with fear and uncertainty. No vets in the town, no vetmeds, no proper cat food, no knowledge on how to raise a newly born kitten without a cat-mother…
To adopt such a tiny creature in those conditions was to face a hurricane. You cannot give up and turn back without losing the precious thing that popped up in your life on the Christmas eve as if a real miracle. To go out to a safer place, you need to go straight to the heart of the hurricane and pierce it through without blinking even once.
Every time when she thought there was no way of getting out of it; that there was nothing more she could do for me; that I was not going to survive…every time she was ready to put her hands down, she would look at me, see once again how much I enjoyed life, how I was happy playing with a tiny dust spec swishing in the air or with a simple paper ball. She would clench her teeth and tiny fists, and tell me: you are the Super Boy and I am the Super Mom, and we CAN make it!
Even when she didn’t know what to do next to make it happen…
Whatever hurricane you might be facing now, never let yourself think that there is something you can’t do. The mighty Super lives in every one of us. You just need to wake him or her up!
I love to play hide and seek in the corridors of our apartment building. Sometimes, when Mom’s a bit slow in entering home or leaving it, and I am having a crazy mood, I would dash out and ran away as fast as I can, hiding from Mom. Sometimes I’d go up to the fifth floor and sit there waiting for her to catch up with me. Or I would go down and hide behind one of the entrance doors, waiting for her to find me.
The trick is not only to hide, but not to get caught as well. I love giving Mom some extra exercise, making her run up and down or down and up several times. She thanks God that we live in the small building that has just five floors and no lift, so it is safer for me and easier to catch me on those crazy days.
As you know, I am from Cambodia. And Cambodia is the land of sweet little lizards, geckos. I love them. No, I LOOOVE them… Mom says that it is the wrong kind of love, because I love to hunt them. But I even dream about them sometimes, what is it if not love?))
They were not only outside and on the walls of our apartment buildings hunting countless types of insects in the evening, but they were also inside our place. I used to sing my hunting song and drive Mom crazy trying to get these tiny fast as hell creatures. Sometimes I was faster or cleverer and managed to catch them.
Mom tried to save my prey every time and most of days I was left with franticly jerking gecko’s tail in my mouth. Oh, sweet sugary tails. These were happy times! I would play with my trophy for hours!)))
Now that we are far from Asia, I miss geckos so much. Anyway, we found the solution! There are some plain thin hairbands that I steal from Mom here and there. One day my favorite hairband snapped and turned into a gecko’s tail! Almost as real and sweet as original ones.
Now you can find me in a bathtub with this improvised toy or hiding it in some secret places all over the apartment (I have many secret places where I hide my toys from Mom). And there is no happier kitty in the whole world, when I imagine myself a conqueror of the geckos’ king, leaving me his long squishy tail as a sign of my superiority as a hunter.
As you all probably already know, my Mom and me we are a great team. We do everything together.
I wake her up every morning and Mom gives me my massage by my personal huge brush. Then I follow her to our bathroom and watch her do her toilet so I know she looks good. Only after that I take care of my own toilet.
While she is preparing our breakfasts and vitamins, I usually play, but I do not forget to remind her every 3 minutes about my morning walk. I have to hunt before I will be able to eat, I just have to at least walk out and check if everything’s fine in our building.
Not only we do this together, we also play, read, walk (several times a day!) sleep and fight every day with each other. Moreover, I control Mom’s workouts and make her have regular brakes in her workflow.
One of the most important things for us is helping each other out in our nightmares. I have them from time to time. I wish I remember what they are about. Mom says sometimes I moan as a human and she gets scared. She wakes me up tenderly every time she sees or feels me having a bad dream and I thank her with loud purring. And I am there for her too. She calls me the guardian of her dreams as she has strange dreams all the time and I am often there with her no matter where she goes. I have to take care of her no less than she has to take care of me. I guess that makes us a good team.
My favorite game of all is when Mom is playing with me in Prince of Persia game, where I am the Prince, of course, and she is some big bad guy chasing me.
I love to dive behind the couch and attack her from behind, while she is looking for me in another direction. And I love fighting her hand searching for me behind the bed, imagining it is to be a great snake or another monster.
I love hiding from her under one of my boxes and watching her pretending not to notice me and that jumping from under it at her.
I love running around and hitting her legs by my paws, inviting her to chase me.
I don’t like but some times I have to bite her leg slightly, demanding her attention when I want to play, but she is kinda busy…I know there is nothing more important to her than me being happy, so why not just drop of everything and play with me, when I want, huh?
What are your favorite games?
It is hard to be a human. Why or why I am not a dog or a normal cat? They can do many things and be forgiven; and I have so many restrictions I am tired of. Just listen to this:
– I can’t climb a tree too high, because Ma does not trust me to go down properly. Once I’ve made a mistake of climbing to the top and falling from a small brunch. Once! I can’t be judged by one mistake till the rest of my life, can I?
– I can’t bite my Mom’s legs. She says that all the time, but I not always listen, of course. If you truly want something, it’s worth trying, right?
– I can’t go for a walk without a leash, because I have to walk my Mom. She’s chicken and afraid of everything: cats and dogs, children and cars, some humans or getting lost. So even if she lets go of the leash, I never ran too far from her. I have to look back all the time to check if she’s ok.
– I have to put up with other people staying with us from time to time and not bite, hit or yell at them. I don’t like it, but I have to do it for Mom as well.
– I have to wear clothes often. Because of the weather mostly, but still I am trying to evade it every time Mom says I need a sweater. If I want to go out, have to be dressed like everyone else, I guess.
– I have to be polite and greet people I know and like. To tell you the truth, most I just tolerate, but sometimes also greet them to make Mom happy and proud of me. I like when she says that I am a good boy and scratches my back.
-I have to understand many words, but most of all “no” and “danger”. I try to argue with Mom that I know better or that I am very curious about the thing. But she never listens. I bet that means she’s not as smart and grown up as I am.
– the worst thing of all is Mom going away all the time. I miss her even in my sleep and I tend to sleep near the door waiting for her to come back, so I can meet her and tell her how I feel right away.
My mood often changes from good to bad, from playful to aggressive, from relaxed to grumpy. All of them can happen in one day. But there are days when Mr.Grumpy is my only state. Mama calls me Crocozliuk in such times, it means angry crocodile.
I’ve been Crocozliuk a lot during winter, having no possibility to walk outside; I am becoming Crocozliuk when Mom is busy and I want to play; I am Crocozliuk every time she won’t go for a walk with me when I ask her to; I can even wake up being Crocozliuk with no reason at all.
But the worst case of all is when someone comes to my home or, God forbid, tries to touch me. Being touched outside by anyone except Mom turns me into something even worse: into a crazy little demon saving his life…
So now you know I am cute only from the distance. There are people, who would listen to Mom and not try to touch me or stay long at our place and I might even like them a bit. Meeting such people I’d rub on them even to greet them. But, please, not forget that shall I even feel the desire in you to touch me…the crazy little daemon is always inside me waiting for such a moment…