One night later, shocked garlic looks all right in a soy-sauce pool. And that strong scent is recovered. Good boys, Shin would be satisfied with you. Osechi, rice cakes and sweets have made us weigh a little (?) more, so see you next week.
A cat loaf is now served for you. In sunny mornings, Mikan-chan is very good at finding the best place to warm herself up. After 5 minutes, she makes a turn into … this position.
Mei-Shun read that dried mushrooms taste good. Stored for longer, they make nice combination with miso soup, nabe, flavoured rice, etc. It is fine today, sunny enough in our living room. Would you like music too, Mesdemoiselles?
Tora-chan became very fluffy compared to her summer coat while Mikan-chan, kept in cotton wool, looks always the same. The former survives well in this frigid winter, cared with warm pads and a blanket in her bed at night. Good fight outside, Tora-chan. Good health inside, Mikan-chan.
This lovely piece of work by Kaori-san, illustrator Ms. KOGASHIWA, arrived from Kyoto. A gift to herself, Mei-Shun feels very happy. Shin also likes it, advising her to arrange a covering glass for good quality preservation. You are right. We wish you a Merry Christmas!
Excellent. Just excellent. Mei-Shun and Shin met Kaori-san, an illustrator Ms. KOGASHIWA, Kaori in Kyoto. Gallery “Merry-go-round” accommodates a bookstore and an exhibition space where you can see her fantastic works by December 3. And this chic flower as well, presented by her mother.
As it gets cooler, Mikan-chan often jumps onto Mei-Shun’s legs. Relaxed, sitting on her own legs, she looks like a piece of mochi =rice cake. This is the reason why she is sometimes called Omochi-chan.
Mikan-chan often calls for Mei-Shun to stay by her food bowl. While eating, she hugs mom by her tail. When asked if it tastes good, she replies “yes” by a swing of it like this.
Our penthouse is one of Mikan-chan’s favorite place to take a nap. When she is nowhere around, Mei-Shun goes up there to find her baby sleeping like this. Why don’t you close your legs, mademoiselle?