Fetching the Family, Part III: A Very Dangerous Emporium (Human Female Edition)

We have moseyed (that’s the human female’s word, and it’s a stupid one) across the parking lot to a Purveyor of All Things Cute and Japanese.  Though the male intends to purchase some pen and pen-adjacent supplies, the Japanese apparently being very fond of stationery, I am willing to bet that it will be Sigyn and the human female who have to be removed from the premises via the application of dynamite.

I called it!  Sigyn has become enspelled three feet from the door, among a rack of pop-up greeting cards.

She has been reduced to saying only, “Kitty!”  That’s never a good sign.

The human female has persuaded her to move along to the printed tissue paper.

Botanical/ mycological.  Nice, I admit.

There are a lot of empty journals.  My beloved, true to form, has made a Sigynline (which is curlier than a beeline) straight to the one with both plants and cute animals.

Paper goods.  Lots and lots of paper goods. 

I recognize this beast!  My Sigyn met him one rainy day  and has not stopped talking about him since.

This fellow appears on every sort of merchandise imaginable.

Um…aren’t they waving those mushrooms that cause hallucinations?  That would explain a lot.

I can’t imagine needing 175 sticky flags for anything,

but they are sort of cute.  Sigyn says, “Kitty!”

I wonder if there’s anything here I’d like.  I don’t see—

Oooooh.

Paint!  Paint is good, and this set has a lot of greens.  You can never have too many greens.

There is a sizable book section in the center of the store.  Most of them are in Japanese, but there are quite a few in English.  The majority look to be aimed at lovers of anime or paranormal romance, but this one…!

This one has an intriguing title.

We could no doubt wander here for hours, and no doubt we’ll be back in the future, but the illustration of that speeding fellow is a reminder that if we don’t make haste, we will be too late to meet the human female’s family at the airport.

我々はすべてを買う前に急がなければなりません!

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Enoying Other People’s Presents, Part I: Bits and Pieces

It will surprise no one that I operate on the Cat Principle:  What’s mine is mine, and what’s yours is mine if I can get my hands on it.

Having enjoyed my icicle, eaten my share (and more!) of cookies and bacon rolls, and laughed at the human female getting socks, I am now ready to explore other people’s Yule gifts.  If I like them, I may appropriate them.  If I’m unimpressed, I may…alter…them a bit, especially if the recipient really, really likes them.

The human female received this curious little box:

Sigyn says the creature on the cover looks familiar.

The box is labeled in a language I do not read, and my Allspeak is not helping very much.  I shall refer to the printed insert.

Odin’s eyepatch!  That’s no help!

Still, it’s a jigsaw.  We know how those work, don’t we, my petal?  It is well-sealed.  How fortunate that I always have a dagger about my person.

What odd pieces!  They are translucent, so one has to look carefully to ascertain that they are picture-side up.  I approve of the fact that many of them are green.  Sigyn appears to have found an eye.  Well done, my love!

We are making good progress.   We have mostly finished the Big Creature and the Smaller Auxiliary Creatures.  Now all that is left is the foliage which, even though it is green, is boring. 

I have reached my monthly limit of jigsaw.  Sigyn, I shall leave it to you to complete the image.

Ah!  I see you are down to the solid white pieces.  Since they are all roughly the same shape (though not identical), I fear that this is going to be trial and error.

All complete!

You can write it down, Sigyn:  “Dear Diary,  Today I completed a jigsaw puzzle four times taller than myself!”  That is quite an accomplishment!

Time to pack it back into its box.  I may  keep a piece for myself, though, so that the human female is never able to entirely complete it.

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A Very Fun Find, Part II: The Gang’s All Here

Sigyn thinks the dinosaurs are such fun that we shouldn’t keep them to ourselves.  She has invited some of our friends and acquaintances over to play.

Yelp is suitably entertained.

“अभिवादन, सानो रबर छेपारो.”

Benno!  It is a quarter your size, it is twice as slow as you, and Parasaurolophus is an herbivore— what are you afraid of?

A THUNDER-LIZARD IS A MOST SUITABLE PLAYTHING FOR THE MIGHTY THOR!!

“These are great!  I could fit them with electronic controller collars and have my own army of tiny dino-bots…”

“Nein, Remus!  I do not sink ze kleine dinosaurier vill make ze Zoom! Zoom! noises iff you scootz it on ze floor.”

“We observe proper manners in my Sugar Dojo.  Now bow, to show honor to your worthy opponent.”

“Don’t even think about it, Sail Boy!  Back away from Groot or I will blast ya into next Thursday.”

This has been fun, Sigyn, but how do we make them all go home?  I want to sit and play with my dinos in peace.

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