We live near an art museum in Sakura (Chiba, Japan). Until a few years ago, life was humming here. We were 11 cats. But most of our friends died from car accidents and diseases. It is lonely now. I am Mama. I am 8 years old and had a lot of kittens. Now I am retired and enjoy my after-work life. I am especially fond of my daily ciao churu. By the way, I am the boss here. You can see me here with my food delivery agent. I am 8 years, my name is Mickey. I also like Ciao Churu and appreciate a good back rub. My name is Hachi. I am a newcomer here, gaijin as they would say in Japan. I came here in April but realized soon that life is easy here. We get breakfast at 10 a.m. and evening meal at 5 p.m. And there is a belly rubbing service coming at lunch time. Some people said I got fat. Don't believe that. I just have heavy bones. Preparation for the belly-rub. I am very active, some days I lie on my left and some days on my right. edit: Hachi has decided to
The bear is not the first wild animal which I saw in Japan during a bicycle ride. This one below I found in the north of the lake of Kasumigaura (Ibaraki). It was sitting aside of its dead mother (car accident) in the middle of a road. The temperature at that day was in the middle of the thirties. And the vultures of Japan (crows) were already nearby. So, I took it with me. But as I was still 80kms away from home, it was at risk and I looked for (and found) a new home for it - a farm with many, many cats, the owners ready of accepting another member. A cute little devil.
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