Sunday, June 5, 2016

DOWN THE TOTORO HOLE

DOWN THE TOTORO HOLE









© 2016 by Hayato Tokugawa, Catman Comix™, and the Kitty Mafia Art Worx™. All rights reserved.









LEARNING JAPANESE

UMA UMA

Fun with Japanese and My Neighbors the Nekojins in
LEARNING JAPANESE, by Aoi and featuring the Catkids.
















(Copyright 2014 by Aoi Tokugawa, Hayato Tokugawa, Catman Comix, and The Kitty Mafia Art Worx. All rights reserved)













Wednesday, April 6, 2016

GOING TO THE PARK - VALENTINES DAY

GOING TO THE PARK - VALENTINES DAY











© 2016 by Hayato Tokugawa, Catman Comix™, and the Kitty Mafia Art Worx™. All rights reserved.










OUT WITH THE DON

OUT WITH THE DON

The weather in San Francisco has been so nice that Don Giovanni decided to take the "boys" out for lunch at one of his favorite restaurants on Columbus Avenue...




© 2016 by Hayato Tokugawa, Catman Comix™, and the Kitty Mafia Art Worx™. All rights reserved.

THE KITTY MAFIA, 1932

THE KITTY MAFIA, 1932

A very rare photo has just been discovered of Don Carlo Neccogino, the first Gatto de tutti Gatti of San Francisco's infamous Neccogino syndicate. Here we see, Don Carlo, backed by (from left to right) "Big Paulie" Neccogino, "Little Paulie" Neccogino, and just plain "Paulie" Neccogino...all legitimate San Francisco businessmen and musicians, seen in front of their legitimate business at 720 Columbus Street, on May 18, 1932.



© 2016 by Hayato Tokugawa, Catman Comix™, and the Kitty Mafia Art Worx™. All rights reserved.

CLOE AND THE KAPPA

CLOE AND THE KAPPA




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HAIKU

HAIKU

resting on his hands
on the green plum, asleep...
a frog

(Issa, 1791)






Tuesday, April 5, 2016

LOST CONTACT

LOST CONTACT


A little bit of a problem occurred the other day while Noir and Poe were playing out at San Francisco's Ocean Beach...



© 2016 by Hayato Tokugawa, Catman Comix™, and the Kitty Mafia Art Worx™. All rights reserved.

HANGIN' WIT HER HOMIES

HANGIN' WIT HER HOMIES




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SEIMEI NEKOJIN - THE GHOST HOUSE REVISITED

SEIMEI NEKOJIN - THE GHOST HOUSE REVISITED





© 2016 by Hayato Tokugawa, Catman Comix™, and the Kitty Mafia Art Worx™. All rights reserved.




PLAYING FAVORITES

PLAYING FAVORITES

Otto and Noir were hanging out together doing nothing the other day...







© 2016 by Hayato Tokugawa, Catman Comix™, and the Kitty Mafia Art Worx™. All rights reserved.








SUPER BOWEL CLOE

Super Bowel Cloe

Back in February, San Francisco was going al out for the Super Bowel and it was "all hands on deck" to get things ready, safe, and secure. Even famed tour guide Cloe Nekojin, from Nekojin Tours, was involved in security, along with her cousins, the Neccogino "Family."




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THE EDUCATION OF NOIR II

The Education of Noir II


GOOOOD MORNING BOYS AND GIRLS! Time for SUNDAY FUNNIES...featuring everybody's favorite tiny super hero...NOIR!









© 2016 by Hayato Tokugawa, Catman Comix™, and the Kitty Mafia Art Worx™. All rights reserved.




Thursday, March 10, 2016

NOMI: A TALE OF TOHOKU

NOMI: A TALE OF TOHOKU






NOMI

A TALE OF TŌHOKU



In a village situated in the Tōhoku region of northern Japan, on a Friday, March 11th in the year 2011 to be exact, at about 2:46 pm, little Nomi-chan* was playing on the swings in the town playground. Suddenly she got a sickening feeling in her stomach as the swings, the ground, and everything around her began to move in a strange way — first a shaking and then a swaying motion she had never experienced before — a gigantic earthquake.

(*Nomi means flea or fleas)



Just as soon as the shaking stopped, she headed straight for her home, just as fast as her little legs would carry her. The streets were eerie, quiet, almost deserted.


The closer she got to her home, the more damage she saw — collapsed roofs, storefronts, homes.



And then she reached her own home only to find it had been destroyed. She climbed into the wreckage and called for her mother, her father, and her brothers and sisters — but there was only silence. Some people passed by in a car, filming what they saw, but they did not stop to help.



“There is no one there who can hear your calls or answer them,” said a voice behind her. Nomi turned and saw kindly old Mr. Otaka, a neighbor from up the street. Then a strange siren, one she had never head, started to blare frantically.
“Come child,” said Mr. Otaka. We must hurry! The water is coming.”



Nomi grabbed hold of his kimono and together they hurried as best they could toward a nearby hill but it was slow going.



Then another siren wailed, more frantically than the first. “Run Nomi,” said Mr. Otaka, giving her a slight shove forward. “Run as fast as you can and don’t look back. I’ll catch up to you.” Nomi ran as he told her, but she did look back, only to see Mr. Otaka waving at her. She never saw him again.



As she started up the hill Nomi heard a strange sound — a roaring sound — and as she ran, she felt cold water begin to lap at her feet.



She ran faster and just made it in time to the top of the hill and safety. Nomi looked behind her. Everywhere she looked there was water and destruction.



North.



South.



East.



And west.



Eventually the water stopped it charge across the land. All was silent. And then the fires came.



In the morning, most of the water was gone and Nomi made her way back down the hill and headed toward her home, but her way was blocked.
She wondered through the town and then followed a group of people — tired, wet, bewildered — as they moved south.



Everywhere there was destruction no one could ever have imagined. People just stood or sat crying.



As Nomi walked she saw toys, just like her Teddy — her only friend it seemed — lying in the wreckage. Her stomach felt queasy at the thought that the toys were the playmates of children who would never play with them again. Just like her, the toys were orphans — she knew this deep inside of her.



If she were asked, Nomi could not say to this day how long she walked and where — only southward and away. Eventually she came to another town where there was a place to sleep; but it was crowded and there were not windows to keep out the cold.



Several days passed before food arrived and even then there were long lines of people, patiently waiting for something to sustain them.



More and more people arrived from the north each day. A nuclear reactor had exploded and once again people had to run for their lives.
Sometimes there was food and sometimes there wasn’t any. Sometimes there was a place to sleep and sometimes there wasn’t any. Nomi met some other children who had lost everything. They pledged to stay together.



Eventually there was more food, but the lines were longer and there never seemed to be enough.



There were more places to sleep, but they were always crowded and cold.



Weeks later temporary houses were constructed — tiny places, minimal places — but it was a start.



Someone was kind enough to see that Nomi and her friends had a shack to stay in.




I tried to think of how to end this story but I couldn’t — for now there is no end. Steps have been taken toward recovery, but still, many people live in tiny shacks or are otherwise homeless. Food and medicine are not always plentiful. People have lost their families, their homes, their livelihoods, or the means to earn a living. Funding for the temporary homes is just that — temporary — and that will end. Many politicians including Prime Minister Abe, despite their words to the press, would like to see the problem just fade away, especially as the plans for the Summer Olympics go on, spending billions of dollars on that when so many people need so much and patiently ask for so little. And then there is just greed and corruption.



EPILOGUE: No, for now there is no end. Please think of these people. Please keep them in your minds and hearts, and think of what you can do to help them - then do it.





The characters Nomi (Nomi-chan), Bin, Bo, and Gami featured in this story are © Copyright 2014, 2015, and 2016 by Aoi Tokugawa, Hayato Tokugawa, Catman Comix™ and The Kitty Mafia Art Worx™.

The text of this story is © Copyright 2014, 2015, and 2016 by Aoi Tokugawa, Hayato Tokugawa, Catman Comix™ and The Kitty Mafia Art Worx™. All rights reserved.