Oh. My. God. *mraww* (why poki why) One year ago, while driving through the mountains of Gifu, a scraggly cat dashed across the expressway in front of our car. We pulled over – which, I believe is illegal in Japan….. and I idiotically chased the cat to the other side and picked him up where he was eating some roadkill. He was NOT in great shape We brought him home, where he pooped in one of our potted plants overnight, and we took him to the vet in the morning. He had a very broken leg, a tail that needed to be amputated, worms, and he was really underweight. 🙁 And he was smelly. SO, SO SMELLY! You guys came through and more than covered the cost of his medical bills! Two months later, we brought home a completely different looking cat. AND THAT’S WHERE IT BEGAN….(dun dun DUNN) This is Haku. He’s a Maine Coon. *soft, cute meows* This is Nagi.
He’s a Norwegian Forest Cat. *adorable kawaii mrrrrriws* This is Poki. MREEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAOW MREEEeeeEEeeeEEeeeeeaaAAAAaAAAaaaaaoOOowW MREEEeeeEEeeeEEeeEeEEEEEeeeEeEEeeEEeeeAaAAaa
AAAaaaAooaAAAaOOOOoooAAaaooOOOwwwwwwww MREEEeeaAaaaooowww We… don’t know what Poki is. (Poki is Poki) Nothing is off-limits to Poki! Does Poki want in that room? Then Poki is going in that room! *Poki trying to go in that room* *Poki going in that room* Rachel: Poki, where are you going?
(that room) Rachel: Where… *Rachel laughs* What are you doing? (going in that room) UGH *Poki going in that room* Can you get in there? *Poki gets in there*
*Rachel laughs* Poki doesn’t always make good exploration choices, though. Rachel: Poki? Hey… *laughing* I see you *Poki whimpers* Rachel: Poki? Poki? *Poki meows* *Jun talking incoherently in the background* Rachel: What are you doing? Come here! Go on! Okay, he’s out. Poki likes to play. And Poki comes first. So, playtime with anyone else, is actually playtime with Poki. Rachel: Haku! *Poki shows up out of nowhere* *Rachel laughs* *Montage of Poki stealing the spotlight* Poki REALLY likes food. *Rachel laughs* Poki probably likes food more than anything else in the world. Rachel: Ah, cat. *Rachel laughs* Rachel: What are you doing buddy? Rachel: You gonna act like you weren’t just trying to open the cabinet? Now, we have child locks. Rachel: He’s straddling my leg, though. Rachel: God–he knows what it is! Jun: ‘Sup? Jun: I feel like he can still get in. Rachel: He’s gonna try, but he’s just gonna be frustrated. Jun: I hope so.
Rachel: Yeah. Jun: Let’s try then. Are you gonna put the other one? Rachel: Yeah. Jun: Bottom, there? Rachel: No no, I was gonna put it on this one. Jun: Oh. Jun: Experiment time! Rachel: Here you go, give it a shot. Jun: What if he actually LEARNS how to open the thing? Rachel: It’s impossible! You have to use two hands. Rachel: There’s gonna be a lot of claw marks on the inside of these doors, but… …we already gonna have to replace literally, like, everything when we move, anyway. Jun: my god.. Rachel: CAT! Poki knows where we throw away food. Jun: We just came back from Tokyo, and we hear something.
*meowing* *meowing* Rachel:I saw this f*meow*ker, this morning—he was sitting on top of here, pawing at the door and I was like
*meowing* Rachel: he’s gonna get in the trash can one of this times.
*meowing* *meowing* Rachel: Whose fu*meow*ing fault is this? Rachel: Whose fault is this? Jun: Guys, I SWEAR I didn’t do this. Rachel: UGH IT SMELLS! EWWW! Jun: Oh wait, I am sure Poki smells even worse. Rachel: You went in the wrong one! Rachel: There’s not even food in this one, that’s plastics! Rachel: He smells SO BAD!
Jun: Put him in the bathroom. Rachel: Yeah. Come on! Alright, come on smelly cat Rachel: What did you do?
*Jun laughs* Rachel: Oh, god! Rachel: What are we gonna do with you? Come on! Rachel: POKI! Did you learn nothing?! Rachel: What is your issue?! Rachel: Oh my god, this fu*meow*ng cat, I swear Rachel: Oh. My. God. Rachel: Oh my god! Rachel: Are you KIDDING me?! Poki is also really persistent. Rachel: Poki. Rachel: F*meow*ucking cat! Rachel: We use this for something else but, for now Rachel: so I can get back to work… Rachel: we’re gonna do this. Rachel: WHAT’S YOUR NEXT MOVE?! Rachel: I HATE YOU. Rachel: 8:21. Rachel: GET. YOUR BUTT. OUT! Rachel: A-AH! IT DOESN’T WORK NOW, DOES IT? Rachel: Oh god, no…please, no no no no Rachel: Just give up! Rachel: Come on! Rachel: Tree in the way, hopefully don’t knock it down during the night Rachel: that’s happened three times…to this pot, before! But, Rachel: I think I can keep him out like this. Jun: Welcome to Jun’s Kitchen. Jun: Today, I’d like to show you this… *meow* Rachel: We were gone for 5 MINUTES!
*meowing* Rachel: Why do you keep going in the plastics??
Jun: Which one?
*meowing* Rachel: He always goes in the plastics. Rachel: You dumb butt, what are you…God! Jun: Wait- how…? Rachel: WA-WA-WA-WA-WAIT. Rachel: How much do you smell? Rachel: UGHHHHHH Rachel: YOU SMELL LIKE TRASH AGAIN! Rachel: I have to give you a bath again!
I’m so busy! Rachel: I’m so busy! Rachel: Just let me work! I just have so much work! I don’t have time for this! Rachel: I can’t handle you… Jun: I’ll help you. I’ll take care of this trash, Jun: and I’m gonna do the laundry. Jun: Alright?
Rachel: Alright.. Rachel: Now whatchu gonna do?! Rachel: Poki is my baby. Rachel: We love him anyway.