Dolphins Visit Inner City Melbourne.

"THE lower Yarra might not be every Melburnian's idea of a fishing spot, but try telling that to a hungry dolphin.

Drawn up the brown river by the prevalence of bream, four bottlenose dolphins spent the afternoon feasting and frolicking as surprised cyclists, rowers and office workers looked on."

Complete article is here: The Age.

No longer safe.

Because the house was robbed.

They took a handbag and stuff inside it.

Fortunately the human who brings the noms was not in the room to see them take it.

I ran and hid! If I were enormous and ferocious, I would have protected the human if necessary. Alas, I am small even for a cat.

We need A) to move house, B) a safer house with safer locks, C) a dog to protect us, D) all of above!

I hope they don't come back.

Nooo!

According to this age calculator: Click

I am 40 years old! FORTY! 40! FOUR ZERO!

So... I have been waiting 5 cat years -- 36 human years -- for my pet to come home!

If you ask me, I don't think humans wait that long before they think their masters are... no longer... living.

I am so patient.

Lost Kitten -- FOUND!

I like this story because it is true and it has a happy ending.

Eunice was walking home one night when she heard wailing in the bushes. It was wailing that sounded like cat-fear. Eunice could see nothing in the bushes except the movement of a few black and blue leaves. So she mewed in the direction of the wailing-cat mew and in response there was a quiet sort of night-time silence and the only sounds were the rustling of a few fallen winter leaves. Eunice walked away slowly. Then she heard something padding after her.

Turning around she saw a kitten. It was barely a year old. It wore a greyish-beige coat with pewter tips. The kitten followed Eunice down the street, across the road -- how frightening the road was to the little kitten, with all the cars buzzing past like hornets, with dogs on the other side -- and then back to Eunice's house.

It was worrying -- Eunice said -- to watch the kitten cross the street, with cars and dogs on the other side, and go back to the house where some are allergic to cats, and also the RSPCA keeps kittens for a week before killing them.

Now here is the happy ending. The Milk Bar on the street corner had some posters that were about a lost kitten. Eunice's neighbours knew this. Eunice introduced the kitten to the neighbours: Rocky, Sylvie, and Diego -- hello! So there was a number on the poster. Someone rung that number. On the same night the kitten was reunited with its lost pets!

I apologize for the terrible prose. I've been away from Eunice for so long, I seem to have forgotten how to write. Cats do not normally write, but I am unusual in that I take on some human-like qualities, I am one of those people who grows to look like (or act like) their pets. Being away from my writing pet means that I have become more cat-like.

Bento.

I quite like Japanese foods. I like sushi and onigri and tamago. I also like chicken and egg donburi.

However...


This is a bento box for what I presume is a child's (I think) lunch.

I know that the kitten's head is made of rice, the flowers are sausages, the eyes are seaweed, and the nose is made of a pickle... and the kimono god-only-knows-what. But why why why would anyone want to eat anything that looks like a kitten? I don't know any humans that eat cats. In fact, I can tell you for a fact that humans do not eat cats unless they are ~starving~. I have heard of rumours that the humans in "China", a giant garden far north of my garden, eat cats... but this rumour is completely unsubstantiated since my Eunice's ancestors are from China and Eunice does not and never has and never will eat cats.

I would not adopt a pet who eats my species!

On further inspection of the World Wide Spider Web... I also found a bento lunch that resembeled a laptop computer.


I quite like computers, as you know, I like pressing the keys. I have not thought to lick a computer although now I shall - at the soonest opportunity.

If it tastes like seaweed and rice, I shall let you know!

Click on the pictures for links.

An Island for Cats!

Cats to stop island from going to the dogs

January 1, 2009

The resident of fishing village Tashiro are hoping its cats will become a tourist drawcard. Photo: AFP

"The elderly residents of a small Japanese island swarming with cats are hoping that their trademark animals will attract something they've been missing for years -- people.

"The fishing village of Tashiro, known as Cat Island, has shunned dogs for centuries in the belief that cats invite a big catch.

"The island's 100 residents, most of whom are aged well over 70, are hoping that cats will become a drawcard in a campaign to attract tourists and, hopefully, people who want to settle down here."

Read more by clicking on this link: The Age.

Nora, the Piano Cat.

Nora is famous for playing piano. I can't post her picture on this blog, but she looks almost exactly like me. It's such a coincidence because she even plays the piano nearly as well. Of course, I'm not famous; I just play for myself. And I would still play, if the pianos in this house were not wrapped in bubble wrap.

This is a link to Nora's website: Raven's Wing Cat. Here is a link to Nora's second youtube performance: Nora.