Da string?!
We all know what she can do with da string.
She sharpens her nose, of course,
and shows off her claws.
Itchy nose.
Falling!
Sharpening the right side,
left side,
center!
No, it’s not photoshop.
Just choose a room with good light, focus on a cat, put a colorful scarf over the lens, shoot.
A fish?
Yes, a fish.
Again, we don’t have any Christmas decoration ready yet,
so it’s going to be just Usyaka rolling with a fish,
this way,
and that way.
Happy holidays to all of you! 
HOW long have we been absent?
No, don’t tell me. It’s too long.
Better tell me how YOU are.
It feels amazing to have some free hours and to update my blog. I’ve also created a page on the blog with stories about homeless cats of Montenegro.
Hi everybody! How have you been?
Our life hasn’t been boring. We’ve been helping street cats as their lives are never boring too.
Usyaka also had a new experience in her life by getting a piece of herb inside her eye. She then met one semi-talented vet who turned out to be talented in charging for a visit but not so talented in working at a visit, so Usyaka had to meet another vet and undergo some quite unforgettable veterinary procedures which eventually freed her from that strange eye souvenir.
Isn’t it fun?
Well, it wasn’t dull. Neither were soap bubbles
And they were pretty,
and fun to play with
They flew around,
and did funny things.
BTW, I came to a conclusion that Usyaka is not a cat, or those street cats are not cats. The second one is unlikely, because there are just too many of them and they have many things in common. Usyaka barely has anything in common with them. She is totally different. She moves differently, talks differently, looks at a person differently. When I’m with Usyaka it feels like I’m with another human. When I’m with those cats everything seems new to me. They are amazing, unbelievable creatures!
I tried not to take my camera with me, because my bag is usually already full and heavy, but I couldn’t resist it for too long. So now you can also have a look at those cats. Here’s an album where I keep their photos.
I have no idea what to call those cats. In the articles it’s said that feral cats are those that were born on the streets, and they are distant and don’t trust humans. Stray cats are those that once lived with a human and thus can get close to a human again. These local cats have never lived with a human, and yet it takes five feeding times for them to leave all the food and run after you yelling: “please, don’t go just yet”. They want to play, they want to talk, they want cuddles. What IS the name for such cats? I don’t know.
