2016-01-29 08:44 The story of Kuma 2
Kuma
My life with Kemeko started on the 22nd of February, 2004.
Kemeko and I had nearly the same types of personalities.
I think that there are two kinds of characteristics of cats. One is cautious and timid, the other one is reckless and friendly.
I was a reckless type of cat. I liked doing things at my own pace. I didn't scare people, other cats and even dogs. Some cats don't like humans that they are not familiar with, but I didn't care. I could behave affable to anyone. People around me said that I was stately. I think that was because I didn't have anything to be scared of around here. Even the vacuum cleaner couldn't make me scared. The only the thing that could make me scared was hunger. I had an experience of hunger before I came to this house. Unfortunately, I was kicked out in winter. That was a terrible experience.
Kemeko had the same experience as mine. No, no, her experience was more serious. She was abandoned by someone when she was less than a year old. When she was rescued, she was so skinny and looked like a skeletal specimen. The vet who cured her thought that she would not survive, but she did! Everybody thought that she was very friendly. She was abandoned by humans and still loved humans. Her painful experience didn't affect her character.
Anyway, both of us survived from the hunger, and decided to have a fun, warm life with our tummies always full.
2016-01-26 10:40 The story of Kuma 1
Kuma
I think I haven't introduced myself yet. Well, as you know (I suppose) , I'm a cat. My name is Kuma. I was born somewhere and was brought up somewhere. I mean I was a stray cat. One cold day in January, I was rescued by a volunteer who took care of stray cats.
She took my photo and uploaded it to the famous adopting website for cats. I didn't know what was what, anyway several days later I was pushed into a carry bag and got in the car. And then, the place where I arrived was J and Y's house.
I still remember the first month at the house clearly as if it was yesterday. At that time, I was an only cat at home. There was a big cat tree, a big water bowl and a dish for food. Everything was ready for me. I had a full of sense of satisfaction. My new life had started smoothly and happily until the second cat came.
I couldn't understand why my humans decided to adopt another cat. In February, a female cat Kemeko came to the house. At first, I was a little grumpy, but Kemeko was very friendly and my feelings changed. Yes, she had a cheerful disposition and was a lovely cat.
February is the coldest month in Japan. Kemeko and I used to sit on a cushion together and warmed up. We became tiddas (best friends).
2016-01-23 11:04 The long garden bed project
Kuma
One of my family members J likes woodworking. And Y likes gardening. They discussed and decided on a new project. Well, I think you already got one. It's a garden bed project. They have already built a garden bed and a veggie patch before, but this time they are going to build a long garden bed. Maybe I can also call it a long veggie patch because they are going to grow vegetables there.
The shape of the garden bed is uneven, and it looks like gear teeth. It is divided into lower frames and higher frames. The reason they designed this shape it is easy to reach the rear side of the garden bed from where there are no lower frames.
Moreover, they can take care of plants while standing. It is tiring to crouch down. And there's one more reason. This reason is special to Australia, kangaroos don't enter the garden bed if they make it higher. If kangaroos really wanted to jump on the garden bed, I think they could do it easily, but I don't think they would.
While they are making it, their imagination has spread bigger and bigger, and they have decided to make additional things. One of the ideas is making a bird's place, putting a water bowl on the garden bed and arranging branches around the bowl. Another idea is making a possum box. The imagination is infinite, the budgets are limited. That is the problem.
The long garden bed project is on.
