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This journal is written by Kuma (Felis catus) and Kuma's owner Y (homo sapiens). We have moved from Japan to Australia in 2011.


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2016-04-18 10:00   Waiting for autumn

Y (Kuma's owner)

Finally, autumn has arrived and is just around the corner. Yes, I mean it has not arrived here yet. Today is a bit hot. I am still wearing short sleeve T-shirts and short pants, and writing this journal using an electric fan. See, it's not autumn.

I've been waiting for autumn because I bought vegetable seeds that can be sown in autumn. I've got broad beans, snow peas and snap peas. I have some Japanese vegetable seeds as well that I have bought from an online store. How convenient online shopping is!


Australia is a land that has peculiar vegetation and it is very strict to inspection of live plants and animals. So, I'm happy that some gardening nurseries sell Japanese vegetable seeds. If they don't sell Japanese vegetable seeds, I don't think I would have grown them because it takes lots of time and trouble for applying seeds for quarantine.


Since I started my kitchen garden, my refrigerator has not been jammed, because I can pick vegetables when I need them. I don't have to keep them in the refrigerator which is good.

People who love growing vegetables used to say that they can eat safe food. That's right, but more than that, gardening is good for my health. I believe gardening is a kind of sports. Digging holes, carrying heavy soil and heavy sprinkling make it a sporty hobby.

Autumn is coming soon. The busy gardening season will begin.


| | Category Gardening

2016-04-16 20:02   The monster in my house

Kuma the Cat

We cats know a secret of our house. Believe or not, there is a monster in our house.

It's usually in the storage area under the stairs. I guess the storage is a nest. It looks similar to an Opabinia. Do you know what an Opabinia is? They were creatures that lived in the Cambrian sea. At first, I thought that the monster was a mutant of the Opabinia, but it lives in the storage without any water, so the possibility of it being an Opabinia is low. It's difficult to define the type of creature that has never been found, isn't it? I can understand how biologists experience difficulties.

The monster comes out of the storage on a regular basis. I think it comes out to find food. It has three legs and Opabinias had five eyes. Coincidentally, both of them have an odd number of body parts. Then, I recalled a book that I had read long ago. The ancient creatures were born underwater and they expanded the habitat from sea to land. I reconsidered that the monster might be an evolved descendant of the Opabinia. If my guess is correct, I have to write an essay and contribute an article to Nature, meow.

The other features are its roar and long tail. It roars so badly and loudly while eating. It has a big body but eats tiny little things on the floor. It's not surprising if it eats something small, because the biggest mammal, the Blue Whale, eats tiny krills.

The tail of the monster is narrow as a cord. The tip of the tail has three stingers like a scorpion. Aha, it must be poisonous. We cats have to be very careful when it comes out of the storage nest.

The monster seems to be attracted to our humans. It always walks with a human like a dog. Unlike its appears, it may be lonely.

My cat family, Mittan and Midon are frightened and have never ever got close to the monster. I think that the monster just pretends to be strong, but there's nothing to be afraid of.

All right, I am going to be a friend of the monster. If we could get along well, it won't prick me with its stingers, and I can check what kind of creature it is.

Now, what should I do first to become a friend? Maybe I should find out its name. This is a basic courtesy, you know? Hey, human. What is the full name of that monster? What? You must know the monster! That red noisy one that always sleeps in the storage area under the stairs. What? O.K.

I'm going to be friends with the Vacuum Cleaner, meow.

Midon on the cat bridge

| | Category Cats

2016-04-15 22:49   If cats could talk

Y (Kuma's owner)

My first "IF" story is about cats. I have three cats. They don't speak like human beings, they just say meow but I still can guess what they want to say because we've been living together for a long time.

When I get home from shopping, my cats are always waiting for me at the front door. They know (or maybe they can smell) that I bring food and say meow. That meow sounds like, "Did you buy my favorite cat biscuits?"

I think that it would be good if I could talk with cats. When they don't have much appetite, I can ask them why they don't want to eat. For example, when they are not in good condition, I can ask them what is wrong or if they have a pain, and where. It's very convenient for vets too.

You know, cats are very particular about their food. If they could talk, I would take them shopping with me and ask them which cat food they want to eat. When I think this way, it seems that lots of good things could come from them being able to talk.


Wait, I have to consider it carefully. It might not be as simple as I imagine. My cats, especially the female ginger one is a complainer. She complains almost every day about food. She also meows a lot. If she could talk, it would be annoying. I'm very sure that she would ask me to buy her favorite food. Her favorite food is mostly a kind of junk food and I don't want to feed it to her.

I can guess another embarrassing situation.

I told my friend that I will not eat potato chips. I know I cannot blame my female cat. To tell the truth, I like junk food and potato chips are one of my favorites. And my cats all know that I eat potato chips everyday. If my friend visited me, my cats might tell her that I eat potato chips. I'm sure they would.

People love pets. I think one of the reasons is because they don't talk.

You had a hard day and you are stressed out. You want to say what was happened and how tired you are. And there he or she is. Your beloved fluffy friend waiting for you at the door. Your stress may decrease by 20% at this point. You talk and complain about your job to them. While Cats or dogs sit in front of you and say meow and woof, you tend to think that they are paying attention to your story and saying "I see" or "Uh-huh". That misunderstanding may reduce your stress by another 20%. People believe what they want to believe. It's the same as a placebo effect.

At the beginning of this journal, I thought it would be good to have a cat that can talk. Now, I have changed my mind. I think both we, dogs and cats talk past each other but still have good communication.

| | Category My "IF" story