It is I, Nezumi!
The Moms are off shopping, it’s the weekend after all. Littledog out back is making all the noise he can, scratching at his door, and I’m glad there’s a fence between him and me. Out front, there is Bigdog. He’s as big as some two leggeds. Sometimes he comes up to the window in front and we look at each other. Good thing I can’t smell him through the glass. He hardly ever barks or makes noise.
Newcat, I mean Shinji, is pretty fast moving for an old man. There’s something else about him, though. He’s inscrutable. I can’t tell if he’s going to hiss at me or run or just go lie down somewhere, because with those stripes on his face it’s confusing.
I think maybe it’s because his ancestors came from Thailand. They guarded both temples and palaces. Now, he’s got a fair dash of tabby mixed in, but he also has the long body and blue eyes. I’m still getting used to those. Before that, the only one who had blue eyes was Mom. But Shinji’s are even bluer than hers!
Shinji seems happier than he was. He’s even gained weight. I guess that’s okay, since I still get the same amount of pettings and nobody makes me share my Gooshy food, or my beds. He’s so quiet. Except at mealtime. Then he’s loud! His feelings are very obvious then. But the rest of the time he’s inscrutable.
Here he is, meditating. Or possibly, just avoiding a photo.