My name is Mufti.
Sniffing about is my favourite occupation.
I’m partially blind. Actually, almost totally blind in the right eye.
I nearly banged my head against the wall a moment ago.
Ouch! Now I did bang it.
Sigh.
This is Maisy. She follows me everywhere. Like a shadow. Nosey cat.
Sniff, sniff, sniff…Ahh, what enchanting scents! I just love it.
My eyesight is poor, but my sense of smell is intact.
Pottering about in the garden is sheer delight.
I’m a young, sharp-eyed cat.
He thinks I’m following him out of curiosity.
There is some truth in that, I’m naturally curious, of course.
However, my main purpose is to be near him in case he needs me.
What are you doing, Mufti?
I’m looking for the magic dandelion. I was told it would restore my eyesight.
All I have to do is stare at it for a while.
And you believe in magic? You’re a dreamer, Mufti dear.
That’s the one! I’m sure it is. It’s so beautiful.
Let me now stare at its beauty.
Let me concentrate and just stare.
I’m staring and staring.
And staring.
Nothing!
I can’t see any better.
Sigh.
Maybe it’s this one…
You don’t understand, Maisy. You’re too young.
I’ll keep looking for the magic dandelion. I’ve got to believe in something.
Life without hope would be very hard to bear.
You wouldn’t want to hang out with an old depressed dude, would you?
Remember this, Maisy. One day you’ll be old too. If you live long enough, that is.
Never give up Hope.
Oh, maybe it’s this one under my chin!
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“Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.” ~ Franz Kafka
“Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it.” ~ Roald Dahl
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Copyright 2014 Irina Dimitric
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What cute names, Mufti and Maisy! Mufti reminds me of my friend’s dog named Daisy, a dog that’s deaf.
Several women would get together once in awhile at that friend’s house and Daisy would often be asleep. But because she can’t hear, she has no idea we’re all there making a racket and chatting together over lunch in the living room. But as soon as Daisy opens her eyes awake, she’s so thrilled to see so many people around her, that she jumps and runs around like crazy. Always used to crack me up to see that.
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What a funny story about deaf Daisy! Thanks for sharing it.
Mufti and Maisy are my neighbours’ pets. My friend and I are looking after them while our neighbours are holidaying in South America. Maisy is taller than Mufti, a small Shih Tzu.
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Aw, that’s so cool that you’ve got such cool pets to look after! The apartment I live in doesn’t allow pets, so any thoughts of getting a cuddly one is out of the rules for now.
p.s. There was one time I had come into my friend’s home and said, “Hi, Deafy!”. My friend said to me, “Her name’s Daisy”. I said, “Yeah, I know, but she can’t hear me anyways.”
Aye! Yes, I get chewed out a LOT, whenever I share that story of my meanie ways.
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What a shame you can’t have pets in your apartment. That’s not cool at all.
“Deafy”, I like that. You make me laugh, SF. Thanks 🙂
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Belief is the secret of magic!
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You’re right, Barbara. Thanks for commenting.
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A charming and delightful post.
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Thank you so much, Anita. 🙂
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Oh, this is lovely!
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Thank you so much, Sheila. So glad to connect with you here at WordPress. 🙂
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Hello Iirna…
Oh my dear friend i totatlly enjoyed this post… A sort of poetic description of the puppy & kitten … So cute…
Mufti the dreamer dog who sees further, despite his eyesight. An the sharp-eyed cat as you call him…
Playful times in Irina´s garden… In fact it seems to one another poetic corner, a place to share smiles, tears & deep feelings…
Thanks for sharing my dearest aussie friend :))
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I’m thrilled you enjoyed this post, Aquileana, because I enjoyed so much creating it.
Our pets are fascinating characters. The photos I take inspire me to write a little story and playfulness helps me to cope with the sorrows in my life. I do not write about them openly, they’re hidden in my poems.
Thank you for appreciating what my blog is about.
Many hugs 🙂 Irina
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Irina I want to show you my two cats:
Misha:
Nobel:
Many hugs, Aquileana 🙂
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Aww what gorgeous cats! Thank you so much for showing them to me.
I bet they’re spoilt rotten. But such glamorous cats deserve to be spoilt.
Hugs to you, Misha and Nobel 🙂
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What a delightful set of friends you have, Irina. “Hope” is my favorite word this season of life.
Blessings ~ Wendy
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Thank you for visiting, Wendy. I appreciate your lovely comment. 🙂
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Loved this. You told a very delightful story and I love your animals.
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Oh, thank you so much, Michael. My neighbours have moved out recently, I miss their animals. I used to have dogs and cats but now I’m too old to look after them. I have a canary instead.
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I am an absolute lover of cats and that one is beautiful.
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Thanks, Pam. I love when cats and dogs are friends.
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Your kitties are beautiful, as is your magical story.
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Thank you, Barbary. These lovely pets are actually my neighbour’s, I used to look after them.
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Another charming story with a lovely touch of humour in the conversation. Wonderful photos to go with it, too. Mufti and Maisy make a good twosome.
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Thank you so much, Millie. Maisy, unfortunately, is no more. She died of poisoning, possibly ate something nasty in somebody’s garden.
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Oh, I’m sorry to hear that. She sounded like a sparky little dog, despite her blindness. I’m sure you must all miss her.
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The little dog’s name is Mufti. He’s still around. Maisy the cat passed away.
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Oh yes! The names both begin with M, which confused me. I’m so pleased Mufti’s still around but sorry about little Maisy. Our two wonderful cats died a few years ago at the age of 23. Once one died, the other seemed to lose interest in life and died soon after. I still miss them.
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I didn’t know cats could live to such grand age. Ours died aged 16. We had dogs too. They were all about the same age and died one after the other. I miss them too but couldn’t look after dogs or cats any more. We have a canary, and he is also getting old.
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