Pinkie "Paws" Peeker, Ace Reporter

Pinkie "Paws" Peeker, Ace Reporter
Curious Character

Sunday, February 5, 2012

Blue Dreams of Russia Part 2 - Moscow Meow!


     Looking outside the bay window I notice the gray clouds.  I can also see my brother Blue staring at me from inside his pet carrier, resting on the bus stop bench outside with Clyde. As I mentioned in my introductory blog, Clyde could transform himself into a human. He has transformed himself into a businessman. Pinkie joins me at the window to observe Blue and resolutely says, “Blue is really going to Russia.”  I’ve never liked Blue, but being a cat, was very curious of his latest exploit.            
  

       All week I have noticed Blue’s mood change back and forth from melancholy to musical. I meant ‘meowsical.’ Blue had always had a hard time accepting that he was cat in the first place, unless that cat was the cat on the cat snack bag. From the first time he opened his eyes as an abandoned newborn and saw what he thought was his mother in Lady Hun, who was looking at him warmly while he slept in her arms. He always seemed to be confused about his identity. He wanted to be a real boy like Pinocchio or Buratino.  He also identified with other pedigreed cats and animals he admired, like the stallion and the peacock.  He was always trying to be something he wasn't. He overcompensated for his insecurities by developing different talents.

      Additionally, Lady Hun listened to a lot of international music which further stimulated Blue’s desire to be an uncommon cat. Lady Hun had been playing poignant Russian folk music over the weekend and Blue had been listening to it, comparing himself to a Russian Blue cat, convinced that he was of Russian ancestry and wanted to return to his roots.

Moreover, Blue began to paw through the Hun’s literature collection and discovered Dostoevsky and Gogol, finding their stories to be copacetic with his new-found disposition. 

      As well, Blue had always been a bit of a ham, but his latest desire was to become famous, namely a star in the Moscow Cat Theater.  He had been practicing walking on a tightrope, using the clothesline in the laundry room. I would wince every time he fell off. He would be trying to balance cat toys on his nose and juggle them. And he would be doing handstands and trying out different meows and cat dances.

      Thus, it didn’t come as a surprise when Pinkie asked “What’s going on?” after noticing Blue with a Russian-English dictionary. Blue showed him a poster of the Moscow Cat Theatre. “I’m going to Moscow. I am a Russian Blue and I want to go home,” Blue proclaimed, adding “I want to join my comrades, drink vodka and be a star in the Moscow Cat Theater”. I burst out laughing. I couldn’t help it. Blue flashed me a heated, hurtful look. “Blue, you are not Russian; you are a random, non-specific, domestic tabby that only looks like a Russian Blue!”   Blue hissed at me. “I am Russian; I look exactly like the Russian Blue in Cat Fancy, just look at me.”  Pinkie came to Blue’s aid. “I can understand your desire buddy, and you do look like a Russian Blue. Did you know they are also known as Archangel Blue?” Blue shook his head.  Pinkie patted his paw on Blue’s shoulder and said, “Russia is so far away, how you will get there from here?”
Likewise, at that moment Clyde entered the house through the security flap with Big Red, both wearing stylish Chapkas. 

To Be Continued…. 



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