Misha 
(Mishi Mishi)

Misha was two months old when, one day, we couldn't find him anywhere but heard his meows calling us. Who in their right mind would look up to find a two-month-old kitten? Turns out, he was on top of a wardrobe, over two meters high. Since then, he always seeks out the highest place he can find, and from there, he looks down on everyone with superiority. 
All that facade of a distant cat falls away when he sees one of his moms. Misha needs to lick his mom's neck before sleeping. The toughest decision of the day is whether to sleep in hat position or scarf position. And he also has a very busy schedule having to divide his time between his moms. 
He's very proud of his tail, his paws, and the spots on his face. But he's not pretentious. In fact, he would prefer to eat the cheapest and lowest-quality food there is.

I love my mommy. I love my other mommy. I love my mommies, and I'm a baby. Uh, I mean... I'm big, strong, and independent.

I'm thirsty but there's no ice in the fountain, guess I'll die of dehydration.

Mama, mama, mama, kisses mama, mama, mama.