The Stray Russian Blue



A Day at The Oatmeal

“Today I don’t feel like doing anything…” What a new song..


Yes, I really don’t feel like doing anything today. Supposedly, I am to blog about weird and hilarious internet trends in 2016 but it seems like my focus and concentration to work on it isn’t there for now so what I did is that I browsed sites which I usually stop by: Facebook, Twitter…etc.  In my Facebook profile, I happen to notice this certain page that is included in my liked pages which (kind of) surprised me because I haven’t checked it out before.

The page titled as The Oatmeal. I checked it out, saw the linked website and voila! It fascinates and entertains me. According to the great man named Matthew Inman, the owner of the site, The Oatmeal is a compilation of HIS comics and blogs alone; there are also some of his published books that is already in the process of advertisement. His topics focused on let’s say simple comics/cartoon but with very clever ending. This is what gets my attention. I love clever endings; those with dark humor and whimsy idea but still end up entertaining and …what else?

It makes you think twice before you proceed to the next comic.

I also admire how he illustrates his characters. They don’t look good, the imperfections are there and that’s what I think is amazing maybe because it also what makes the entire site comical. I’ve read some of its comics and so far my favorite among all his works is the “How to be perfectly unhappy” because I relate to it, as simple as that. Let me just share two of Matthew Inman’s comics that really got me.


“My Dog is a Paradox”. After I’ve read this comic, I suddenly thought of my dog (Yes, aside from cats, I now have a dog) Inman is right. Our dogs won’t be there for so long unlike us. Their life span is only around 10 to 13 years and after that death will come and get them away from us. I actually had this sudden realization about my dear pets. My cat has been there for me since I was nine, I have developed a deep relationship with it because of course, and she’s the only thing I had when my parents died. (Let’s cut that, I hate dramas.) And yet now I have a dog, a gift from a friend of mine who I happened to see seldom, I just thought of her through the dog.

It seem strange to me.

Within only three months, I was able to get close with the dog, our favorite playtime was the “fetch-thing” the one they oddly love to play and he’s very clingy I don’t know but I think he’s clingier than my kitty… He licks my face all the time and Inman is right, my dog loves to lick his balls which made me sometimes stay away from him afterwards.

Though we just met and I’ve been with him only three months from now, I already consider my dog as my best friend and I think we should, right?

(This comic is quite long but I can assure you it’s worth the read. Keep reading!)

Creativity is like breathing.”

crea1crea2crea3crea4crea5crea6crea7crea8crea9This one serves as a piece of advice to me. I am a blogger and sometimes I also feel like everything I do is a mess which occasionally I guess, is right. My mind has to run and run to all the thoughts that I think is crucial just to come up with a topic but then still I have stumbled on writer’s block. There was a time when I really don’t know what to type about… what to tackle, or anything I was simply clueless of what to do. I realized then that I really need to breathe. I need to rejuvenate, get out (which seriously not my thing) and have a bit of fun. Such a good advice for suffocating artists!


Overall, The Oatmeal is a good recommendation for those people who wish to brighten their apathetic days. The site does not simple revolve around a single concept but he’s intention to entertain and just create is there, his readers just have to appreciate his works all the time, no matter how simple it’ll be.


Check out the site here:

How a dog touches one’s heart?

I was alone for several years ago, an independent person and an orphan as well. I am now living in my own path, my own life according to what I wanted it to be. There were also times that I am still longing for that thoughts, someone or people will care if something might have happened to me, will be there to think if I’m doing okay and the likes. I longed for people who could let me feel that I do exist even if I feel like I do not. Thought of people who will listen to all my sorrows and bleeds with me, and someone who will commemorate and spend time with me during special days.


To be honest, I was really hoping that one day someone will just step forward and volunteer as my life companion but that’s pretty impossible. All it takes to have someone in your life is to get to know each other first. Go out and have fun. Actually, I cannot do that, as an office staff I have a lot of stuff to do and I don’t want to cram and stress myself more. So I guess, I’ll just sit back and wait for that person.

That’s what I thought before I learn to love dogs. As you can see, I named my blog site as The Stray Russian Blue. To all the cat-lovers out there, it is pretty obvious that I named it after the Russian Blue cats which I love the most other than any kinds of cats.


I am not saying that I am no longer fond of cats but when I had an encounter to a stray dog near our office building, I don’t know. I just had this sudden feeling that I wanted to go near that stray dog and at least just take a look at it. His fur looks like a dark chocolate which shared the same color of his eyes.  I am actually not that kind of dog-lover because whenever I see them and vice versa, they really barked at me and it was so loud that as if I did something wrong to them. I know it sounds normal and just fine but what I don’t understand is, why is that there were other people around that dog aside from me yet they keep on barking towards me so loud? I really don’t understand. (If you have any idea about it, please let me know. Thank you.)


Going back, I get closer to the stray dog which was currently looking for something to eat inside a sack full of trash. I was afraid at first because it might bark and attack me so what I did is that I get something inside my bag, a sandwich for the dog to eat and it worked. That stray dog wasn’t that vicious. He was so scared that I think he doubted if he’s going to get what I offered. I realized that both of us were afraid of each other and it’s adorable to think of. I thought dogs were so aggressive that they will just attack strangers like me especially that stray dog. It came from nowhere. We never know, I never know what had happened to him before. I do apologize to make such judgments against dogs, it is just that I do not like to be surrounded by them before but at least now I know they were different.

I really wanted to stay much longer with that stray dog.  Unfortunately, I still have work that is waiting for me that time so I had to leave. I promised to get back to the dog during our lunch break for me to be able to feed him. And so I did but as expected, without someone to keep an eye on the dog, it will just go somewhere else. I suddenly felt alone again while I still tried to search for that dog not so far from the office location.


My vision towards dogs changed after I had this encounter with that stray dog that I named “Chuchuy”, because if you try to say it, It sounds cute that resembles to a small but no longer a puppy kind of dog just how “Chuchuy” looks like.


Now, I am longing for a dog like “Chuchuy”, a gentle yet I know a playful dog that will be my best friend and could stay and never leave me till the end of the days.


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