My cats - and me

  May I show you the welcome dance of one of my customers.  She has a standing order, every day at 10 a.m.

 In the summer of 2024, I retired from work and regularly went shopping by bike - always trying to find new routes. Directly it was 3 km, but occasionally I used routes of 20 km. On one of these routes I met an old cat. I thought it was a female, but another person said it was a male, so I called it "Obi" from OB, which means "old boy". Soon I found out that my first impression was better, and I had to choose another name. I named her "Madame Obi". She looked malnourished and ate everything I brought her. She was living in the grounds of one of those abandoned houses in Japan. So no one 'owned' her and she got only a little food from passers-by. She was deaf and couldn't find food for herself. This was the cause of her malnutrition. She wasn't wary of people which surprised me. Later I found out that many people who walked in the area knew and liked her. Her coat colors are unusual - as if two different cat parts had been sewn together, the...

At the moment, it is extremely hot in Japan*. We constantly have 33-35℃ in the apartment - without closed curtains it would be much higher. That's why each of our cats has its own fan, otherwise it would be unbearable. Tom only moves when it is time for  breakfast-snack-snack-snack-lunch-snack-snack-dinner-snack-snack-snack. When it was so hot in August 2023, we could cool-down Hachi and Mama-cat. They allowed that wet towels were put on their backs. Tom didn't like it. *