June arrived home from Japan at about 0200 this morning and found me asleep on the living room carpet. I'm not in trouble, though. She'll be claiming her cab fare from her company.

She bought me a bento box (left) for a past-midnight snack. Not bad, authentic Japanese cuisine, air-flown and hand-delivered straight to my dining table. Though cold, the mackerel and prawn were still good, as were the sections of tamago and tofu. But I discovered that I perhaps I'm not really a big fan of Japanese pickles after all.

The cats were very curious about the fishy smell and had to investigate. Kaiser proudly displays the 2 bite marks on the top of his head, a loving present from Momo.