Panda was busy looking at Mom’s laptop. I turned quickly when I heard him talking to himself as he scrolled attentively through various international maps and images.
“International Panda Day!” he responded to my startled question, as he continued to scroll. “I think there should be an International Panda Day, don’t you?”“Is this your ice coffee?” I asked, after jumping down to join him on Mom’s desk. “No,” Panda replied, without taking his eyes from the computer screen. “Mom left it there from when she was scanning old photos and working on her blog.”“You’re not using this chair, are you?” I asked, somewhat rhetorically. “So what’s all this about International Panda Day?”“Well,” Panda explained. “I got a text from Benji today and he said August 8 was International Cat Day. Susanne even did a post about it on Cats and Trails and Garden Tales for him and Tiger! So I thought there should be an International Panda Day too. I’m searching online to see if there already is one, or if I’m going to have to be the one to start it.” “Hmm,” I said thoughtfully. “Can you even do that?”“Dude, pay attention!” Panda sounded a bit irritated as I jumped up onto the recliner. “I think Mom’s friend Karen left her purse over here,” I replied. “Go on, I’m listening.”“Okay so I Googled ‘How to start an International Day’,” Panda said. “It looked a little complicated, so I decided to Google ‘How to start an International Panda Day’.”“That’s when I clicked on this link and found out there is already a National Panda Day.”“That’s cool,” I said from where I was inspecting the desk drawer. “But that says National, not International.” Panda sighed. “Yeah, I searched everywhere and I couldn’t find a definite international one. There’s an International Red Panda Day though.”“Well that’s good for our friend Red from the San Diego Zoo,” I remarked. “Hey, wasn’t it fun when we went undercover to find that lost baby panda at the zoo?” Panda agreed. “Hey,” he said, “let’s go in the front living room and see what Mom’s doing. All this computer work is giving me a headache.”I agreed, and together we went to the front living room, where Mom was working on her family history stuff. “I think she’s working on part two of her post The Rest is History,” I observed. “Don’t step on the pictures, Bro,” was Panda’s reply. “Why not?” I asked. “My feet are clean!”