40cakes | Kaze-chan wa neko desu.

Breeze is a talkative kitty. Sometimes I mimic her, and our conversations go like this:

BREEZE: BROW!
ME: BROW!
BREEZE: BROOW!
ME: BROOW!
BREEZE: BROOOOWWWW!
ME: BROOOOWWWW!

And so on.

Sometimes I pretend like we're Chewbacca and Han Solo, where she speaks kitty and I speak English and we pretend (or, rather, I pretend) that we understand each other.

BREEZE: BROW!
ME: Oh?
BREEZE: BROOWW!
ME: I see your point, but the proletariat need a leader.
BREEZE: BROOOWWW!
ME: But you ARE the Chosen One!
BREEZE: BROOW!
ME: Oh, you always say that.
BREEZE: BROW!

Recently, I've been trying to teach myself Japanese. I got a textbook and a little workbook that I write in, and I try to schedule time to do this every night when I come home from work. Unfortunately, getting a real textbook (like, for school 'n' shit) over one of those "Gaijin Learn Japanese In One Week Before Trip To Japan" books means that the book asks me to do classroom activities, like asking my classmates for their phone numbers so I can practice reciting phone numbers in Japanese. Or one person looks at page 50 for the prices of certain pieces of clothing while I ask them how much those things cost, and then we switch! So I just practice doing both things at once, thinking the repetition is just as good.

The other night, Breeze helped.
ME: Kore wa nan desu ka? (What is that?)
ME: Sore wa tokei desu. (That is a clock.)
ME: Ima nanji desu ka? (What time is it?)
BREEZE: BROW! (What are you doing?)
ME: Nanajihan desu. (It is 7:30.)
BREEZE: BROW! (Oh hai, let me jump in your lap.)
ME: Kore kaban wa ikura desu ka? (How much is this purse?)
BREEZE: BROOOOOW! (What is this? A book?)
BREEZE: BROW! (There is no book, there is only BREEZE.)
ME: Iie, sore kaban wa sanzenhappyakuen desu. (No, that purse is 3,800 yen.)
BREEZE: BROOWW! (I was not answering as to the price of the bag. I demand the pettins.)