Guest post by Scout the Cat’s Meow
Omg, Popoki + Tea just opened in Kaimuki. It’s a local cat café, like the ones in Japan!
Cat cafés are popular because it’s hard to own a pet when you live in the city due to small living spaces and buildings that are not pet friendly. So why not stroll down to the local cat café, play with some adorable fuzzballs, and get some snacks or a drink? It sounds like a wonderful way to spend a few hours. The café concept has increased in popularity and now you can visit owls, hedgehogs, and even maids. Um, what??
Anyway, what makes Popoki + Tea even more special, besides being the first cat café in Hawaii, is that the cats you meet are all up for adoption! It's purr-fect!
Also, back in August 2019, Popoki + Tea and Sheila Chen held a meowdel contest for a cat mural in the café. I was one of the 25 meowdels chosen!
I’m so honored to be a part of this exciting new business that’s beneficial to humans and cats alike! Whether you’re from Hawaii or visiting, I hope you’re able to stop by.
Meow for now,
I work at a health insurance company that’s big on well-being and self-care. These things are important, but most days it doesn't feel like there’s enough time in the day to do my regular job, much less treat myself Donna and Tommy style! BUT this month the company started providing chair and table massages twice a week. There’s a charge but it’s much cheaper than going to a spa or regular masseuse.
Since it’s Valentine’s Day, I decided to sign up for a 15-minute chair massage. A few months ago, I was telling my husband that I liked massages in theory, but they never concentrate on my problem spot, my left shoulder. I also hate it when they massage my arms and legs it seems like a waste. I can reach those areas but I can’t get that knot out of my shoulder. My husband, the practical man that he is said, “Just get a chair massage.” Brilliant! But from where? And could I afford it? And then lo and behold, my place of work starts offering chair massages (and table massages, too!). If that isn’t a beautiful convergence of events, I don’t know what is.
And boy, the chair massage amazing. I had a really nice (AND STRONG!) gal. She asked me what I wanted her to focus on and I told her my shoulders. So, she started with my right shoulder and found a baby knot I didn’t even know was there! Nice. And then she moved to my left shoulder and found the knot. She even said, “Whoa, here it is!” before she pounded, kneaded, and loosened up that knot. It was pure bliss.
When she was done, I thanked her and practically floated out of the room. Now, I’m doing research on how many massages it’s okay to get a month because I’m determined to treat myself more often. I can’t resist the possibility of loose shoulders at an affordable price without having to leave the building.
We recently visited Japan and I bought the most amazing Tsum Tsum. It’s Mickey Mouse with a little face mask, which is part of the allergy/hay season Tsum Tsum line! It speaks to my heart since I’ve suffered from severe allergies all my life.
We got home and of course I took a picture of Face Mask Mickey with my cat, Scout. I sent the pic to my husband and best friend with the caption: When your best friend has the coronavirus.
My best friend responded with laughing emojis so I knew she enjoyed my irreverent humor. My husband simply texted back: #toosoon.
So I guess I should hold off on posting the pic on Scout’s Instagram. But when will enough time pass that my joke becomes acceptable? I know the coronavirus is serious and many people have died. But isn’t that where humor comes in? To lighten the mood? Sure, if the jokes are funny and not distasteful. But how far is too far? How soon is too soon?
As someone who uses humor as a coping mechanism, it’s never to soon for a good laugh.
Bojack Horseman is one of the best TV shows ever. It’s clever and silly and deep, too. It’s like the writers followed Joss Whedon’s advice to, “Make it dark, make it grim, make it tough, but then, for the love of God, tell a joke.”
Season 6, the last season of the series, has an episode called “Good Damage.” It’s about the writer Diane, who struggles with writing, which she’s good at. Writing is her passion. But writing about her trauma is too hard and she ends up writing a fun young adult novel about a teenager who solves mysteries at a food court mall. Diane says that she doesn’t want to write this type of fluff because, “That means all the damage I got isn’t ‘good damage.’ It’s just damage.’”
This resonated with me because even though I say I like writing and am good at it, I have a hard time actually doing it. I struggle and struggle as I force myself to write scripts and stories. I stopped blogging because it was too difficult for me to articulate my convoluted feelings. I got caught up trying to convey everything going on inside. And as a result, I turned off the creative tap.
But after watching a cartoon writer struggle with writing, I decided to just frigging write. I vowed to stop getting so caught up in my complicated mess of a brain and just write about things that are interesting to me. It doesn’t have to be deep or witty or insightful. And I think not having to be those things lets me off the hook. I can express myself without the pressure of being insightful.
Not writing for fun makes me feel sad and worthless because I’m not using my self-perceived talent to enlighten the world. So this year, I’m experimenting. I’m writing for myself. No expectations, no self-sabotage. Just me. And hopefully that’s enough.
When I was a kid, I pictured the future in two ways: 1) The futuristic utopia of the Jetsons, and 2) The frightening dystopia ruled by Skynet.
But here we are in 2020. Things have definitely changed since the 80s and I guess we live in a kind of the middle ground between flying cards and robot overlords. Things change, life goes on.
I think the technological breakthrough I appreciate the most is streaming and on-demand services. Even when I was a child, I hated having to tune into Saturday morning cartoons on Saturday. I complained about the TGIF lineup as constricting to my adolescent schedule. I wished that we could choose what to watch and when to watch it.
This belief was further reinforced later in life by the TV show, Lost. At first, my friend and I would be excited to get together and watch it every week. But as the years went on and the storylines because more convoluted, watching Lost became a chore. Yet we didn’t want to stop as we’d been doing it for so long. And there was no way we’d wait for the DVD to come out a year later. So, we became Lost addicts, wanting to quit but not having the fortitude to follow through.
I think of Netflix had been around back then, I would’ve skipped the show all together until it ended and binge watched the entire thing in a month. That’s my favorite way to consume TV shows.
In fact, I used to do something similar when I lived in Japan in the early 2000s. I loved Buffy the Vampire Slayer so much but I they didn’t show it in Japan. So when the DVD of the season became available in the US, my friend would it to me. And then I’d watch it in one glorious weekend while eating andagi and soki soba.
Anyway, it’s exciting to see all that’s changed in the past 30 years and I wonder what the next 30 years has in store! What a time to be alive!
I was born at the tail-end of what’s known as Generation-X, or Gen-X, for short. Gen-Xers were born between 1965 and 1980. It’s no surprise that I relate more to a Millennial born in 1982 than a member of my own generation born in 1967.
I didn't really care about the categories of birth generations until I was older and trying to launch a career as a writer in the 2000s. Being a writer is all about branding, right? Well, at that time, people weren’t interested in reading what a Gen-Xer had to say. They were (and still are) obsessed with Millennials. The young, new voices deemed as fresh and must-read were the Millennial writers. Where does that leave a tail-end Gen-Xer? Unpublished. Sad. Bitter. Oh! Like a typical Gen-Xer! What have I become?
But now with the awkward war raging between Boomers and Millennials/Gen Z, I guess Gen-X is not so bad. So where’s my book deal?
Guest post by Scout the Cat’s Meow
My name is Scout but you may know me as Scout the Cat’s Meow on Instagram. My dream is to be a cat influencer because I have great taste! I like yummy food and cute things. And I want you to enjoy cute things, too!
What’s my favorite thing right now? Oh that’s easy: cat hats! You can find cat hats in Japan, mostly in gatchopon machines. Here’s a pic of me in my favorite hat:
Sometimes I dream of opening an online store that specializes in cat hats. How fun would that be? Would you visit my store? Try on a few hats? Or maybe it could be a place where you wear some cute hats and Instagram-worthy pics. Then you don’t have to buy a gazillion hats. The cute pic is really the goal. After all, #picsoritdidnthappen, right?
Meow for now,
One of the nicknames I was given as a chubby child was "Food Court" since my name is Courtney. Oh kids can be so cruel.
Even after we grow up, the negative effects of being teased or bullied can remain.
One of the best parts of my full-time job is being able write blog posts. We're encouraged to write about what's interesting to us.
Anyway, I'll be sharing the link to my articles as soon as they're published. Hope you enjoy!
Here's the very first blog post I wrote on islandscene.com. It's about celebrating Healthy Lunch Day. Who doesn't love lunch?
Since I'm one of those people who takes pics of their food, here's today's healthy lunch:
This is a kalbi salad from Aloha Bakeshop, sooo good. The kalbi is tasty and tender and the sesame dressing is so creamy and delicious. YUM!
Did you know that 75% of Americans are dehydrated? I not surprised because even though I know how important drinking water is, I know I don't do enough of it.
Here are some tips to help keep you hydrated on islandscene.com.