The Travelling Cat Chronicles

The man smiled, pulled the meat from the second half of the sandwich, stripped off the batter, and held it out. I wanted to tell him I wouldn’t say no to the batter, either. It would fill me up even more.

Humans who think we don’t understand them are the stupid ones.

And it was! The sparkling, deep-green water was completely stunning, but more than that was the idea that underneath that water lurked all the delicacies that made up my gourmet seafood blend. Oops! I had started to drool at the thought of it.

, so it was a question of mood. Humans are so easy-going. A cat’s behavior is controlled by real-life factors, and for strays the weather can be a matter of life and death. Our success rate in hunting changes, too.

, so it was a question of mood. Humans are so easy-going. A cat’s behavior is controlled by real-life factors, and for strays the weather can be a matter of life and death. Our success rate in hunting changes, too.

“Some people really shouldn’t become parents. There’s no absolute guarantee when it comes to the love between a parent and their child.”

Nope! But, well. Asking that while stroking my chin is playing foul. I purred in spite of myself.

But it’s not something to be sad about.

As we count up the memories from one journey, we head off on another.

Remembering those who went ahead. Remembering those who will follow after.

And someday, we will meet all those people again, out beyond the horizon

That’s right.

We live together, but I’m not Noriko’s cat.

For ever and ever I am your cat, Satoru. That’s why I can’t become Noriko’s.

It’s not like I want to leave you. I love you, you silly cat!’

I love you too, you dummy!