It makes me feel sorely tempted to pick a stray cat off the streets to keep, imagining it sleeping on my bed (after bathing it, of course) like fatty did. Of course, that's not allowed, and I'll pity the cat which has only 11 square metres of room to wander about. But I want to carry a warm bundle of fur! I was thinking that my experiences of carrying fatty enabled me to carry one of the doctors' toddlers when I worked at NCC. Strangely, carrying a cat and carrying a baby is very similar - you've got their arms over your shoulder, and you put an arm under their backsides to support their weight, and another behind their backs for stability.

I somewhat miss the clutter and colour of my room. Much more woodsy than my room now, which looks rather white and sterile - although it is far from sterile. I guess one thing remains the same: I brought my messiness from Singapore to Japan!

I shall bug my brother to show fatty to me on the webcam when I next see him online. :)