Dipping into the kitty
 
When we first heard of this magical place called Cat Magic in Japanese, we couldn’t make heads or tails of the directions given to us by Tony’s student.  We were so excited to actually find this place for our weekly trip to Tokoname (where there are semi-stray cats) were not enough to feed our habit.  We were getting restless.  We were so excited, we had to paws for a minute outside the cafe for a picture to catmemorate this event:
 
Friday, December 21, 2007
We’re stomachs weren’t quite growling for food, but we were there for the “drinks” anyways.  When we went inside, the cats didn’t quite purrform for us, but we were still happy to pet them.  there was a lot of hissing and growling as the cats were starting to wake up.  No, they definitely weren’t whiskering (whispering) their discontentment.  I guess this is what you get when you stuff 15 cats–including 2 kittens-into a “playroom” the size of my bedroom at home.  
Our personal favorite was the gray cat, for obvious reasons.  It’s a 3-month old chartreux kitten.  It was cute, but it’s got nothin’ on Yumi.  
 
 
 
There was also a Demi looking cat, but its personality was way more like Yumi.  Way too territorial.  Wasn’t too keen on people disturbing the order of things.  
Waddya keep bothering me fur?  Can’t you tail by the angle of my ears that I’m not happy with you?
We were a bit disappointed than none of the cats were wearing any Santa Claws outfits for the holiday season.  I mean, if they could get my cat to do it,then
they should be
able to get any
old cat to do it
too.
That movie, Finding Nemo, has got it right. “Just keep walking.” If I just keep walking then I can pretend this never happened.
Yumi Cat
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There was one seriously disgruntled tortoise patterned cat that was growling at everyone.  There was a staff woman who was brushing all of the cats.  This cat took one look at her and started growling and hissing and walked away.  (Actually the only cat that seemed to really enjoy this was the abyssinian, whose hair is so short it doesn’t really need to brushed.) It attacked what i think is the cafe owner who was digging all of the eye boogers from the cats’ eyes.  Too bad it can’t go on strike.  Ah, the life of one sold into the entertainment industry...