Learning to speak Japanese

There is a cat over in Taiwan name Adan, who blogs in English AND in Japanese.
I think that makes him trilingual: He knows Cattish, English and Japanse, which is pretty darn impressive if you stop and think about it.
At least I think he speaks Cattish.
Maybe he speaks Catanese.
I don't know, because I haven't heard him talk too much.

Anyway...I decided it was time for me to seek out someone who could teach me Japanese so I could start reading the Japanese part of Adan's blog.
I thought this guy might work.

He is holding an orange, and we all know that orange is good.
(Actually orange is the best, but I usually can't say that because I don't want to hurt Hart's feelings.)

I don't know when this guy is going to snap out of it and start teaching me something.
He seems to be in a kind of in a trance.
He's got two birds that don't ever move, and keeps holding one orange in his hand.



I'm going to be patient and respectful.
I really am not sure what is supposed to happen when you meet with a teacher to learn Japanese.

I think I will just move up real close to this guy, and let his Japanese zen thing leak into my head.
Maybe I can even learn to speak Japanese while I sleep.

Oyasumi nasai.

(Hey....where did that come from?)

How to ruin a perfectly good picture

So there I was, all lined up elegantly on the corner of the rug (which happens matches my colors perfectly) looking good, and just look what happened.

People need to learn to stay back when pictures are being taken.
No one is interested in seeing pictures of people.

Why. Whywhywhy,,,,

Bernie left. The bags came out, Blondie was grabbing stuff from the closet, and Bernie was folding stuff into a suitcase. I felt sick.
After they left, I curled up on Bernie's side of the bed, right next to his pillow where I can smell his scent.
I didn't move again until he came home.


Blondie put this picture on her blog.
I saw it.
I just don't understand why.
Why would he go to a place like that, just to pet another cat?

Why.
Why why why....

I just don't understand.

Happy Chinese New Years.

Blondie said it was the Chinese Year of the Rat today.
So Hart went out and killed one.

A rat that is.
I don't think it was a Chinese rat though.

Good job, little buddy.
Everyone with purr knows there really is only one kind of year.
Every year.
Year of the Cat.

True?
True.

Notes on napping

I think I should give my fellow cats some tips on napping.
Most cats instinctively know how to nap; but with a little thought and pre-planning you can move your napping experience from good to great.

First of all, consider your background. You want to look good while you nap. The people are less likely to try to move you when you are picturesque.
I occasionally take a nap on top of the oak roll top desk for instance.
It is out of the way, and my fur blends well with the oak tones and the texture of the desk top as well.

See what I mean?

Artlessly allow a bit of yourself to hang over the edge of the napping area. Spread out.
Own the napping area.

Once your body has found its niche, lay your head down on top of your mitts.

(I'm in Texas; we don't have Super Tuesday voting here today, but if I did vote, I'd vote for Mitt. He sounds like a good cat....try saying his name outloud. Mitt Romney...any cat can easily pronounce that. The other people have names that just aren't cat friendly.)

A glass paper weight is a great design element. Doesn't it look as though it has captured my dreams?

Now my little buddy Hart doesn't understand this nap setting decision making process at all.
He tends to just leap up to the top deck of the inside cat tree and zonk he is out cold.

He is a grey tuxedo cat you see; he thinks he is classy just because he is always in a tux. Right now he is also pretty proud of having a Valentine pink nose.

You see, the most important thing about taking a nap is being comfortable.
In this picture Hart is comfortable, but I am not.

Now this is better for me.

I can snooze, and also occasionally look outside and enjoy the view.

There is a lot more space in this area if I spread out on the diagonal.
I wrapped Hart's tail around my back knees to keep them warm as well.
This is a perfect position for a long afternoon nap.
I am now one very contented cat.

(Hart: How does this keep happening to me????)