Poyopoyo Kansatsu Nikki is a series of shorts inspired by the 4-panel style manga by Tatsuki Ruu. Each short, about three minutes in duration, narrates a different anecdote from the perspective of a cat-lady named Sato Moe. In contrast to most slice of life shows about pets (i.g Nyanpire), Poyopoyo does not feature an animal with human personality traits. Instead, the show earnestly follows the every move of bland, ordinary house cat and his nitwit owner.
Sato Moe, presumably a lonely salary-woman, fortuitously finds Poyo in an alley after a night of heavy drinking. As they seem to hit it off, Sato immediately adopts the cat and begins to torture the masses with tales about their everyday interactions. Of course, much like any ordinary cat, Poyo is just a useless sack of fluff. He sleeps, he eats, and occasionally sits on stuff. Each episode pretty much consists on Sato nearly having an aneurysm over something stupid the cat did.
Poyopoyo Kansatsu Nikki is what would happen if someone attempted to create an animated series entirely composed of youtube cat videos, except the cats never actually do anything. Each episode features the same idiotic fat cat staring blankly into space. Occasionally, Sato will do something interesting like give the cat a bath and he will just sort of sit there, perplexed. As someone who owns two cats, I am shocked and appalled at all the wasted comedic opportunities.
Perhaps the worst part about Poyopoyo Kansatsu Nikki is its narrator, Sato Moe. This woman is either a moe version of Blaster from Thunderdome or is under the influence of a very strong hallucinogen. Never in my life have I seen a grown woman be so easily amused. She could sit there for hours just watching her cat paw at a bookshelf. Everyone else in her household appears to be completely over the cat. The cat appears to be completely over Sato.
I did find one positive thing about Poyopoyo and that was the art style. The show features a lot of crayon-y, sketchy backgrounds that give the show a bit of a children's book vibe. The color palette was very well put together and the sets had a lot of personality. The animators managed to make the show visually interesting while also keeping the illustrations very simple.
All-in-all, I will say that watching Poyopoyo Kansatsu Nikki felt very much like experiencing a moment of zen. I found myself regressing to early childhood and rediscovering the joys of learning my geometric shapes. "My god, that cat really is round!" I thought to myself. I felt my neurons slowly bursting into tiny fizzy explosions. My brain was thoroughly violated. Then I regained consciousness and wrote this blog just to let you know that the show is awful.
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