He thinks I'm a cow! Just like in picture books! He put a bell on a collar on me! I went berserk, I couldn't stand it! What was he thinking of? At least the collar was yellow and not pink. Although I would looked great in pink, just a bit too Pretty Polly, perhaps. But I'm pretty and petite. Men!

He didn't pull my tail all day yesterday! What's wrong with him?

I had a great day yesterday! I had even a bit of cake, just a bit, I don't really like cake that much, just a taste of it. I then played all evening with Pablo, and when I was tired I sat for a while on his shoulder, then watched as Leonie sat on his lap.

I couldn't see anything, it was dark, I was too little and my eyes were still closed, I opened them some 10 days later, there was no warm, no other bodies next to me as they have been only a few hours earlier, the last warmth having gone not long before, perhaps just a few minutes. I was afraid, I didn't know what was happening, there was only cold rough surface next to me, and the place where I was laying was dirty and wet. I was looking for my mum's teat, but it wasn't there... I was crawling, seeking it, nothing, I was so hungry, I was crying loud I think, really loud... Then I felt a warm paw coming from somewhere and I was no longer in that dark and horrible place, I could feel it through my skin although I couldn't see it, but there was a cold sensation until I felt I was being wrapped up against a body, it was different that the bodies that had been there in that place with me, the bodies I felt since I could remember, just a few hours earlier. I was being moved, traveling high in the air not for long, and then I was laid onto a warm body, wrapped by it. But I was still crying, I was so hungry... The place I was laying was then warm, but it had edges, although not very rough, as the surface of that other place had been.
This was a year ago, that is what Pablo told me this morning when he woke up and came to me to pull at my tail. He always does that, I grab at his funny paws then, he has no nice long claws as I do, his skin is so funny, he sheds his skin every morning and then he is so smooth when he gets water pouring all around him. Sometimes I want to get under the water as well, but he doesn't let me do it, he says I could get ill if I do that.

Lushkin will start blogging on 2 weeks time, on August 14. She does not believe in bombing or quarreling, she plays a lot. Life is play, she says.