I don’t normally get excited about Chinglish. It seems vaguely racist to laugh at another country’s attempts to come to grips with a literally foreign language.
Seeing a cute furry thing with that written on the box reminds me a little bit of our family’s pet kitten – Cadbury. I was a cat person for about four months*. Until Cadbury met an untimely demise due to a windblown pot plant… to cut a long story short it crapped all over little sister number 2’s arm.
Just one of those stories I’ve always wanted to put on my blog but never had a pretext for… until now.
* I have no real recollection of how long we had the cat for – but it was most traumatic when he/she/it died. We even had a day off school.
