Caturday felid trifecta: Cats wait for the mail, cat paw hand cream from Japan, a cat song performed by a Coyne

Happy Caturday from Hawaii! As usual, we have three items today for the devoted ailurophile. First, a lovely 15-minute video of a variety of cats getting the mail. Some are friendly, some are vicious, but all are exactly like cats:


This article from Grape (found by Grania) shows a variety of Japanese hand creams that supposedly make your hands smell like cat paws! (Click on screenshot.)

After the brilliant invention of the Meomeo hand cream, made to attract cats to your side with its unique fragrance, another dreamy cat hand cream has arrived for cat lovers. The new Punipuni Nikukyu hand cream (literally, soft cat paw), will magically make your hands smell exactly like cat palms, while working as a perfect moisturizer for your dry hands.

The hand cream even comes in different colors of paw.

Here’s one for the ginger-cat lover:

According to the many people who’ve already tried it out, it appears that the hand cream smells 100% like cat paws.

Now I happen to be one of those weirdos who love the smell of cat paws: they’re musty and slightly pungent—an attractive feral smell. But, it turns out, many Japanese also share this penchant:

It’s not uncommon to smell cat paws in Japan, in fact, many cat lovers enjoy their scent in the morning, saying that they smell like sunflowers and bring you energy. Similarly, many take a whiff to feel refreshed after a stressful day of work. Now they can smell their own humans paws anywhere they go, and relish in the same effects. The Punipuni Nikukyu hand cream is sold for 1,050 yen (10.15 USD), and is available in three different colors.


Reader Shirley found a “Fred. Coyne” who, as I gather from trawling the Internet, was somewhat of a music-hall sensation in Britain at the end of the nineteenth century. Shirley wrote this and attached a photo of sheet music:

I’ve been sorting my books and came across the attached cover page (in a set of 12 Music Hall Songs covers). Most are undated, but 3 bear dates 1897, 1898 and 1899, so I guess they are all of about the same vintage.
I wondered whether you were aware of your ailurophile (?) ancestor Fred, who was singing cat songs (with immense success) so long ago?
“Sung with immense success by Fred. Coyne”. What does “immense success” mean? Why is the cat bristling? Is the woman with the broom about to bash the cat? Did he try to get the cockatoo? All is mystery.
I found this cover, showing a person who may well be Fred. Coyne, on the UK’s National Portrait Gallery site. He appears to have had immense success with every song! However, I don’t think Fred. is a relative.
And at Song Facts, you can read this about Fred (minus the period) Coyne:

In Coyne Of The Realm, an article published in the summer 2005 issue of The Call Boy, the quarterly journal of the British Music Hall Society, Peter Chorlton said that Fred Coyne (1847-84), who popularised this song, rode one daily, and for some time, and actually came on stage riding it. Velocipede (literally fast foot from the Latin) is an antiquated (and now somewhat humorous) term for a bicycle, which at the time this song was written was still in its infancy, and included all manner of odd looking contraptions, most notably the penny farthing.

Coyne’s ditty contains the lines:
“Everyone should try one,
Everyone should buy one…”

which begs the question was he sponsored by a manufacturer? – as was George Leybourne (of “Champagne Charlie” fame).

Actually, Coyne rode a tricycle; the song has lyrics by Frank W. Green and music by Alfred Lee, and is far from unique; at this time there were many songs and pieces of music dedicated to or inspired by the new invention.

Okay, the first reader who finds the article “Coyne of the Realm” and sends it to me will win a signed paperback copy of Faith Versus Fact, embellished with a cat.


  1. tubby
    Posted December 29, 2018 at 10:32 am | Permalink

    It’s the wrong Coyne of the Realm, but one James C Coyne does have a blog by that name:

    Haven’t checked to see if he sings, owns a tricycle, or likes cats and ducks yet.

  2. rickflick
    Posted December 29, 2018 at 10:34 am | Permalink

    I wonder what makes mail cats so various in their moods. Are the vicious ones being territorial, which might be excusable, or just ornery. My favorite is the first example where the cat brings the letter up the stairs, her reward nothing more than a little rub on the head.

    • infiniteimprobabilit
      Posted December 30, 2018 at 1:55 am | Permalink

      I love the geeky door mat at 1:45.

      There’s no place like


      • rickflick
        Posted December 30, 2018 at 9:25 am | Permalink

        I had to looked it up. It’s called localhost or loopback address for a computer to reference itself. So, there’s no place like “localhost”. Very clever. To read that, did you swivel your whole head like and owl do? 😎

  3. Posted December 29, 2018 at 12:18 pm | Permalink

    Fred Coyne was a minor music hall singer about whom opinions differ. Arthur Roberts recalls him at Turnham’s, later the Metropolitan, Edgware Road, singing “one of the dullest songs that it has ever been my displeasure to listen to in my life;” Jacqueline Bratton dubs him “a minor Lion Comique and comic vocalist of steady, if not phenomenal, popularity;” Harry Preston remembers him as “very dashing in top-hat and frock coat”; while Charles Coborn lists him among “the leading lights of the music hall stage” and admits to using some of his songs in the early part of his own career.

  4. Merilee
    Posted December 29, 2018 at 12:56 pm | Permalink

    Love the kitty who jumps into the mail cart😻. I think that my cats’ paws smell like litter…

  5. Steve Pollard
    Posted December 29, 2018 at 3:22 pm | Permalink

    You have to be a paid subscriber to The Call Boy to receive the complete articles, but here’s a taster about Coyne:

    Not a very flattering write-up!

    • Steve Pollard
      Posted December 29, 2018 at 3:25 pm | Permalink

      Oh dear, sorry, posted before I saw Matt’s contribution. Please ignore my post!

      • Posted December 29, 2018 at 4:36 pm | Permalink

        Sounds like Fred Coyne was the Michel Bublé of his time.

  6. carpevita
    Posted December 29, 2018 at 5:27 pm | Permalink

    Found “Coyne in the Realm” in the Illustrated London News and Sketch, 1915

    It certainly doesn’t seem related.

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