I am back home. I got here on Monday evening with the lady from the cat hotel. I ran out down the back so she couldn't get me again. I had to stay under a cushion most of the time in the hotel, because she had a strange kind of 'reflector bed' that I couldn't get the hang of.
There was a Burmese next door who ate cheese. I had a little bit too, because I couldn't see why he should have favours while I had no compensation for being in the dungeon.
Now Lynettea says my behaviour is 'disturbed' and she doesn't like me clawing her and running to the door miaowing anxiously when she goes out and comes back.
No-one brushed my furs while I was away and clumps of under fur came out when Lynettea brushed me.
Well they did give me food, but I just can't get used to hotels.
Lynettea didn't see any cat cafes in Japan. She did pat a cat at a shrine, after asking the carer. The cat was white and sitting in a little cardboard box. She thought it might be an older cat.
She didn't write many haiku, as it was mostly sightseeing. If she had taken me I could have helped her with her haiku.
I will try to get some photos of Japan from her camera. She is still deaf from the plane and very tired, so it will take a while.
Much better for her to stay at home and do her duties.