Review: The Travelling Cat Chronicles by Hiro Arikawa
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The Summary
Nana the cat is on a road trip. He is not sure where he’s going or why, but it means that he gets to sit in the front seat of a silver van with his beloved owner, Satoru. Side by side, they cruise around Japan through the changing seasons, visiting Satoru’s old friends. He meets Yoshimine, the brusque and unsentimental farmer for whom cats are just ratters; Sugi and Chikako, the warm-hearted couple who run a pet-friendly B&B; and Kosuke, the mournful husband whose cat-loving wife has just left him. There’s even a very special dog who forces Nana to reassess his disdain for the canine species.
But what is the purpose of this road trip? And why is everyone so interested in Nana? Nana does not know and Satoru won’t say. But when Nana finally works it out, his small heart will break…
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The Review:
This book reminds me of something Robin Williams says in one of my all time favorite movies, Dead Poet’s Society: “Sometimes, the most beautiful poetry can be about simple things, like a cat or a flower, or rain. You see, poetry can come from anything with the stuff of revelation in it.” Maybe it was just the cat reference, but I think this observation could totally apply to The Travelling Cat Chronicles – minus the poetry part!
At a glance, the story is simple. It’s about a cat-loving guy named Satoru and the cat he adapts from off the street who he names Nana. Also, Hiro Arikawa’s writing is so charming, this book could have been placed in the children’s section of the library and I would have been none the wiser.
However, once I dove further into the story, I was struck by how observant a writer she is – particularly when it comes to cats! Sections of this book are narrated in the first person by Nana. His voice is so distinctly and delightfully, well, cat-like! Near the end of the book Satoru’s aunt offers Nana a larger, better cardboard box so she can get rid of the small, beat-up one he likes. Nana rejects it, telling the reader, “cats the world over prefer to discover things they like on their own and rarely go for anything that’s been provided for them.”
What really solidified this as a 5 star read for me is“the stuff of revelation” within this book. In particular, one of the main themes of the story is the fear being alone. It quickly becomes apparent, that while Satoru is a kind and thoughtful person who has many friends, he also emotionally and physically isolated from them. He is not entirely able to communicate, or receive what he needs from his human friends and family. The only character who is able to truly connect with him, and be there for him, is Nana. One of the loneliest things about life is that only you can live it. Even the most introverted amongst us need companionship. We all need a Nana along in our own life’s journey!
The Travelling Cat Chronicles is a fantastic little book that made me laugh many times, tear up a few times, and ultimately left me so happy (and possibly re-thinking my own currently cat-less existence)!
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Yes, this novel has a cat narrator. I’m not ashamed to say it had me at meow.
I love animals, and I love books, but I tend to avoid novels about animals because I don’t enjoy crying. The world has given us enough to sob about lately. No one needs to relive “Old Yeller” to induce catharsis.
Perhaps I’m still scarred by “Where the Red Fern Grows,” which made me bawl so unremittingly that my mother threatened to take me to a doctor. (Or was that “Charlotte’s Web”?) Those classics end sadly, but when you’re a kid, you’ve also got plenty of reading options in which the animals make it to the last page. Just look at almost any novel by Kate DiCamillo, who gave us the adventures of Despereaux the mouse, Edward Tulane the rabbit, and Louise the very brave chicken. Sure, characters like these aren’t real animals so much as anthropomorphized stand-ins for humans. And okay, the reptiles and rodents of “The Wind in the Willows” wear pants, which has nothing to do with how real animals live. But when you read a story that takes place in a realm where a toad can drive a car, at least you know you’ll be spared a sad scene with an aging Labrador in a vet’s office.
When an animal shows up as a pet in a novel for adults, however, there’s a solid chance that critter is doomed. This is why I couldn’t make myself read “Lily and the Octopus,” Steven Rowley’s novel about a man’s relationship with his elderly dachshund, when it came out two years ago. I finally did read it recently, with one hand half-covering my eyes. It made me laugh many times and also made me cry just as hard as I did while reading Garth Stein’s “The Art of Racing in the Rain,” which is narrated by Enzo, the dog whom you know from the start is very old. Things never end well for old pets.
So at first I resisted “The Travelling Cat Chronicles,” by Hiro Arikawa — a novel for adults, narrated by a cat — because I didn’t want to suffer. Readers and booksellers kept talking about it, though. Its gorgeous cover art drew my attention again and again in my local bookstore. And then this newspaper asked me to review it. Here we are.
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To get on board with this reading experience, you need to be okay with a feline raconteur. The cat in this case is a former stray, adopted by a single man named Satoru, who names him Nana (based on the Japanese word for “seven,” a lucky number and the shape of Nana’s tail). Nana narrates much, but not all, of this novel, which is both his story and Satoru’s.
You need to believe animals have thoughts and feelings, and that they act according to personal values, such as loyalty. “I am Satoru’s one and only cat,” Nana says. “And Satoru is my one and only pal.” You also have to believe animals can understand language. It’s a sign of the strong bond between Nana and Satoru that they understand each other most of the time, even though Nana understands human words and Satoru can only guess what Nana’s gestures and meows mean.
If you can go for all that, you’re ready to enjoy this road trip story, which takes place as Satoru and Nana drive across Japan in a silver van for reasons I won’t spoil here. They visit Kosuke, Satoru’s best friend from grade school, who is having marital troubles; Yoshimine, a friend from middle school who now works as a farmer; and a couple, Sugi and Chikako, Satoru’s closest high school friends, who are now married to each other. The sections in which we find out how and why Satoru came to love these people provide more than incidental backstory. In fact, some of Arikawa’s best storytelling happens in these passages.
Occasionally, Nana’s understanding of the human world feels like a bit of a stretch. When Satoru takes his cat to visit a cemetery, for example, Nana knows the stone squares are grave markers “because I’d seen them on TV.” I could quibble, but I’m willing to suspend my disbelief. After all, at my house we have two dog narrators, a beagle named Eleanor Roosevelt and a mutt named Woodstock. Sometimes they “talk” to each other out loud, even if their voices are actually coming out of my mouth. It doesn’t take much for me to accept that a family pet has a story to tell.
As much as “The Travelling Cat Chronicles” is a novel about the family-like bond between people and their animals, it’s also a novel about friend families. As kids and teens, Kosuke, Yoshimine, Sugi and Chikako stood by Satoru in his darkest moments and cared for him in ways his own relatives could not. He might have been more deeply scarred by the events of his childhood had it not been for these people, and with their help he survived to adulthood with his gentle kindness intact.
Because many of us as children read books narrated by animals, we might assume that an adult reading a book narrated by an animal is an act of childish, cozy comfort, like cuddling up with an old blanket. But to rebut that, I’d offer this very novel, which shows that much of what has value in childhood — especially childhood friends — has continued value in our later years. It is not a sign of diminished maturity to revisit the lessons and memories of youth; rather, these remembrances can be a source of strength when adulthood most demands it.
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While Arikawa did the imaginative work of translating from cat to human, Philip Gabriel, who has also worked with such authors as Haruki Murakami, translated the whole thing from Japanese to English. That’s a lot of translation, but only rarely does it get a little clunky. (During a scene when a cat gets into a disagreement with a dog, I felt a little like I was watching Sassy and Chance squabble in “ Homeward Bound .”)
Are you unlucky if you’ve experienced a lot of loss in your lifetime? Or are you lucky because you had people — and animals — to get you through it? This book comes down on the side of gratitude, a testament to the good fortune we all have in choosing how to honor those who matter to us most. And it does so with a fablelike charm, without turning too sweetly sentimental or gimmicky.
It may make you cry, just a little, but it will also make you take stock of your friendships and ask yourself: If you could take a road trip to be reunited with just a few people from your past, whom would you visit?
Mary Laura Philpott is the author of “Penguins With People Problems” and the forthcoming memoir-in-essays “I Miss You When I Blink.”
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By Hiro Arikawa, translated by Philip Gabriel
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- The Travelling Cat Chronicles exemplifies the idea that life isn't about the destination; it's about the journey. How do both Satoru and Nana show us that life is what we make of it?
- Friendships come and go, as we all know. Yet friendships are everlasting in this book, despite the years that go by without any contact. Do you think this is true in real life? Aided by social media and how fast communication is nowvia e-mail, chat programs, and text messageshave you reached out to someone you were close to many years ago but were no longer in touch with? Did this book make you want to reach out to someone?
- The idea of being saved is a theme in this bookwhether it's Nana literally being saved from homelessness and hunger by Satoru, or Satoru feeling saved by Nana as Nana brought love into his life. Is there someone in your life, a furry friend or a person, who has saved you?
- Japanese culture is predominant in the book. Were there aspects of the culture you found particularly fascinating, especially in regard to how Japanese people love their cats? Do you find that the same is true in America?
- Both Nana and Satoru hold strong memories of enjoying nature together during their travels. Why was it important for Satoru to share these experiences with Nana? What did Nana learn from them?
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When I first started The Travelling Cat Chronicles — by Hiro Arikawa, translated by Philip Gabriel -- I was admittedly skeptical. I am a cat lover, obsessed with my own kitties as well as the myriad cat memes and wholesome videos that pepper my social media, but I wasn't sure how to react to what seemed, at first, like a schmaltzy novel partially voiced by a proud male stray. But soon I realized what the trouble was — and it wasn't with the book, but with me. My busy, cynical, constantly enraged mind didn't know what to do with a book that was, at its core, joyful. As a book critic, I tend to engage with so-called Serious Books that take on Big Issues. But The Travelling Cat Chronicles is no less valuable for facing issues of friendship, family, loss, and grief with an optimistic and loving outlook. In fact, the book's greatest strength is that it allows its readers to experience vicarious happiness even as a sense of impending loss begins to creep through the pages.
It was easy to stick with the book, as it's full of cat logic gems. When the novel's central character Satoru asks a cat he's just met, "I guess you want something in exchange for being stroked?" the cat responds with his signature haughty style: "Quick on the draw, this one. Quite right. Got to get something in return for having my sleep disturbed." When this cat is hit by a car, he crawls up to Satoru's silver van, hoping to be helped, and is rewarded not only with medical care but with a home, too. Satoru takes the cat in and names him Nana — seven in Japanese — because of how his tail crooks to one side and looks like that number. The pair live together happily for a few years before, due to unforeseen circumstances, Satoru is forced to try to find a new home for Nana, and sets off on a series of brief road trips to visit friends and loved ones from his past.
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Satoru first visits a childhood friend, Kosuke, whose wife has recently moved back in with her parents. It is during this chapter that we switch out of Nana's point of view — he narrates about half the book — and into an omniscient narrator who tells us about the boys' friendship and how they bonded with a cat called Hachi (which means eight) when they were both in elementary school. Soon after, though, during a school trip, Satoru was called home — his parents had both died in a tragic accident, and he was forced to move in with a childless aunt who couldn't take Hachi in as well.
The second friend Satoru visits is Yoshimine, now a farmer. Yoshimine and Satoru have been friends since their junior high days, where they were both new students who'd moved to the district due to family difficulties — Satoru's parents died, and Yoshimine's were both so busy with work that they sent him away to live with his grandmother. The third visit Satoru makes is to a couple he's been friends with since high school and university days, Sugi and Chikako. He once had a crush on Chikako, but Sugi, in love with her himself, begged Satoru to keep his crush to himself.
None of them — Kosuke, Yoshimine, Sugi and Chikako — are a good fit to take care of Nana, for a variety of reasons, all of which Nana contributes to, not wanting to be left behind. He's a proud cat, but he's loyal and loving. On a ferry trip, when he's forced to stay in an animals-only room, Nana is shamed by the other animals, accused of being pampered because of how often Satoru visits him, asking if he's lonely. Until, that is, a chinchilla cat tells them all to shut up: "Don't you understand? It's his master who's the lonely one?"
Indeed, Satoru is the lonely one, but with Nana by his side, it appears he can muster up the energy for one last tour of Japan, one last meeting with beloved friends. At each turn, in each history of friendship revealed to us readers, it's clear that Satoru has always been a cheerful person, despite his hardships. He's been loving and attentive and has always tried to do his best for those around him. He is a study in kindness, a true cat fanatic — as Nana correctly identifies him — and his story winds to an end in a beautiful, loving, heartbreaking way. I found myself sobbing through the last 40 pages or so, unable, unwilling, to let this joyful little book go. I doubt many readers — as cynical and hardened as they may be — will get through it dry-eyed themselves. And you know what? Sometimes a good happy-sad cry is just what the doctor ordered.
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‘the travelling cat chronicles’ (‘tabineko ripoto’): film review | tokyo 2018.
Koichiro Miki’s 'The Travelling Cat Chronicles' ('Tabineko ripoto'), bowing at the Tokyo International Film Festival before its release in Japan, revolves around the final journeys undertaken by a cat and his young and terminally ill owner.
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Japan’s booming cat-movie industry rolls on with The Travelling Cat Chronicles , Koichiro Miki’s adaptation of Hiro Arikawa’s novel which, since its best-selling bow in 2012, has since been translated into English.
Featuring fluffy felines, a handsome human with a heart of gold, serene small-town scenery and a story with sniffling separations aplenty, this Shochiku-produced pic is bound to join its meow-driven predecessors in making the tills ring in Japan (where it opens on Friday, a day after its bow at the Tokyo International Film Festival) and its similarly cat-loving markets in East Asia .
Arikawa’s novel unfolds partly through the narration of its feline protagonist, and he retained this crucial element in his screenplay. The film actually plays up the element by kicking off with Nana (voiced by Mitsuki Takahata) recalling her transformation from a cocky stray into a pet. Her snarky observations of her own life contrast with the demeanor of her owner or “cat-servant”: Satoru (Sota Fukushi, star of the Kamen Rider Fourze action-movie franchise) is a pretty, soft-spoken and loving young man who’s bound to press all the buttons for a certain Asian demographic pining for machismo-free male pin-ups.
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The story begins with the pair leaving their home, with Satoru’s aim being to find a new home for Nana because — for reasons which remain unspoken until the end — he can no longer keep her. While wading in occasionally during each of the stops they make, the cat mostly serves as eye candy as Satoru’s encounters with his old friends — at a provincial photo studio and a countryside inn — reveal the young man’s backstory, such as the staggering tragedy that leaves him an orphan when he’s a child and the love triangle he’s entangled in during his high-school days.
Unable to find Nana a new family among these past acquaintances, Satoru can only count on his aunt Noriko (Yuko Takeuchi), who actually halts her own rising career as a judge and moves to the provinces to provide a home for the cat. The reason for her incredible sacrifice ties in with Satoru’s real reason in giving Nana up, and it’s here that Miki and Arikawa really dial up the sentimentality, as the director and screenwriter — with the help of Kotringo’s score — deliver an incredibly drawn-out denouement so that even the most jaded viewer eventually succumbs.
Then again, The Travelling Cat Chronicles has stopped the rot brought about by a recent string of flimsy, opportunistic feline-friendly movies; it at least offers a more substantial narrative, more striking imagery and more sophisticated technique than, say, bizarre crossovers such as Samurai Cat or Neko Ninja , or the cellphone game turned movie Neko Atsume House .
But it’s all about the animals anyway, and animal trainer Mayumi Kitamura’s contribution (she also worked for the aforementioned samurai and ninja cat films) is perhaps important. Those who are drawn in by the film’s title and its cute-cat publicity campaigns would hardly place too much emphasis on the human histrionics. In a way, The Travelling Cat Chronicles has played its role in making sure the meows will go on.
Production company: Shochiku Cast: Sota Fukushi, Mitsuki Takahata (voice), Yuko Takeuchi Director: Koichiro Miki Producers: Minori Tabuchi, Takeshi Udaka, Misato Kawano Executive producers: Shigeaki Yoshida, Keisuke Tsushima Screenwriter: Hiro Arikawa, based on his own novel Director of photography: Takashi Komatsu Production designer: Koichi Kanekatsu Costume designer: Tomoki Sukezane Editor: Shisuke Horiyo Music: Kotringo Venue: Tokyo International Film Festival (Special Screenings) Sales: Shochiku
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The Travelling Cat Chronicles Hardcover – Illustrated, October 23, 2018
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- Print length 288 pages
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- Publication date October 23, 2018
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I am a cat. As yet, I have no name . There’s a famous cat in our country who once made this very statement.
I have no clue how great that cat was, but at least when it comes to having a name I got there first. Whether I like my name is another matter, since it glaringly doesn’t fit my gender, me being male and all. I was given it about five years ago – around the time I came of age.
Back then, I used to sleep on the bonnet of a silver van in the parking lot of an apartment building. Why there? Because no one would ever shoo me away. Human beings are basically huge monkeys that walk upright, but they can be pretty full of themselves. They leave their cars exposed to the elements, but a few paw prints on the paintwork and they go ballistic .
At any rate, the bonnet of that silver van was my favourite place to sleep. Even in winter, the sun made it all warm and toasty, the perfect spot for a daytime nap.
I stayed there until spring arrived, which meant I’d survived one whole cycle of seasons. One day, I was lying curled up, having a snooze, when I suddenly sensed a warm, intense gaze upon me. I unglued my eyelids a touch and saw a tall, lanky young man, eyes narrowed, staring down at me as I lay prone.
‘Do you always sleep there?’ he asked.
I suppose so. Do you have a problem with that?
‘You’re really cute, do you know that?’
So they tell me.
‘Is it okay if I stroke you?’
No, thanks. I batted one front paw at him in what I hoped to be a gently threatening way.
‘Aren’t you a stingy one?’ the man said, pulling a face.
Well, how would you like it if you were sleeping and somebody came by and rubbed you all over?
‘I guess you want something in exchange for being stroked?’
Quick on the draw, this one. Quite right. Got to get something in return for having my sleep disturbed. I heard a rustling and popped my head up. The man’s hand had disappeared into a plastic bag.
‘I don't seem to have bought anything cat-suitable.’
No sweat, mate. Feline beggars can't be choosers. That scallop jerky looks tasty.
I sniffed at the package sticking out of the plastic bag and the man, smiling wryly, tapped me on the head with his fingers.
Hey there, let’s not jump the gun.
‘That’s not good for you, cat,’ he said. ‘Plus it’s too spicy.’
Too spicy, says you? Do you think a hungry stray like me gives a ratsmonkey about his health? Getting something into my stomach right this minute – that’s my top priority.
At last, the man liberated a slice of fried chicken from a sandwich, stripping off the batter, laying the flesh on his palm and holding it out to me.
You want me to eat right out of your hand? You think you’ll get all friendly with me by doing that? I’m not that easy. Then again, it’s not often I get to indulge in fresh meat – and it looks kind of succulent – so perhaps a little compromise is in order.
As I chomped down on the chicken, I felt a couple of human fingers slide from under my chin to behind my ears. He scratched me softly. I mean, I’ll permit a human who feeds me to touch me for a second, but this guy was pretty clever about it. If he were to give me a couple more tidbits, scratching under my chin would be up for grabs, too. I rubbed my cheek against his hand.
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 be impartial to the batter, either. It would fill me up even more.
I let him stroke me properly to repay him for the food, but now it was time to close up shop.
Just as I began to raise a front paw and send him on his way, the man said, ‘Okay, see you later.’
He retrieved his hand and walked off, heading up the stairs of the apartment building.
That’s how we first met. It wasn’t until a little later that he finally gave me my name.
From that moment on, I found crunchy cat food underneath the silver van every night. One human fistful – a full meal for a cat – just behind the rear tyre.
If I was around when the man turned up to leave food, he’d wrest some touch-time from me, but when I wasn’t there he’d humbly leave an offering and disappear.
Sometimes, another cat would beat me to it, or the man would be away and I’d wait in vain till morning for my crunchies. But, by and large, I could count on him for one square meal a day. Humans are quite flighty, so I don't rely on them a hundred per cent. A stray cat’s skill lies in building up a complex web of connections in order to survive on the streets.
Acquaintances who understood each other, that’s what the man and I had become. But when he and I had settled into a comfortable relationship, fate intervened to change everything.
And fate hurt like hell.
I was crossing the road one night when I became suddenly dazzled by a car’s headlights. I was about to dart away when a piercing horn sounded. And that’s when it all went wrong. Startled, I was a split second late in leaping aside, and bang! the car rammed into me and sent me flying.
I wound up in the bushes by the side of the road. The pain that shot through my body was like nothing I’d experienced before. But I was alive.
I cursed as I tried to stand up, and even let out a scream. Oww! Oww! My right hind leg hurt like you wouldn't believe.
I sank to the ground and twisted my upper half to lick the wound, only to find – good Lord! A bone was sticking out!
Bite wounds and cuts I can mostly look after with my tongue, but this was beyond me. Through the wrenching pain, this bone protruding from my leg was making its presence known in no uncertain terms.
What should I do? What can I do?
Somebody, help me! But that was idiotic. Nobody was going to help a stray.
Then I remembered the man who came every night to leave me crunchies.
Maybe he could help. Why this thought came to me, I don’t know – we’d always kept our distance, with occasional stroking time in thanks for his offerings. But it was worth a try.
I set off along the pavement, dragging my right hind leg with the bone jabbing out. Several times my body gave out, as if to say, I can't take it, it’s just too painful. Not one. More. Step.
By the time I reached the silver van, dawn was breaking.
I really couldn’t take another step. This is it, I thought.
I cried out at the top of my lungs.
Oww . . . owwwww!
Again and again I screamed, until my voice finally gave out. It killed me even to call out, to be honest with you.
Just then, I heard someone come down the stairs of the apartment building. When I looked up. I saw it was the man.
‘I thought it was you.’
When he saw me close up, he turned pale.
‘What happened? Were you hit by a car?’
Hate to admit it, but I messed up.
‘Does it hurt? It looks like it.’
Enough of the irritating questions. Have a little pity for a wounded cat, okay?
‘It sounded like you were desperate, the way you were screaming, and it woke me up. You were calling for me, weren’t you, cat?’
Yes, yes, I certainly was! But you took your time getting here.
‘You thought I might be able to help you, didn’t you?’
I guess so, Sherlock. Then the man started sniffing and snuffling. Why was he crying?
‘I’m proud of you, remembering me like that.’
Cats don't cry like humans do. But – somehow – I sort of understood why he was weeping.
So you’ll do something to help, won’t you? I can’t stand the pain much longer.
‘There, there. You’ll be okay, cat.’
The man laid me gently in a cardboard box lined with a fluffy towel and placed me in the front seat of the silver van.
We headed for the vet’s clinic. That’s like the worst place ever for me, so I’d rather not talk about it.
I ended up staying with the man until my wounds healed. He lived alone in his apartment and everything was neat and tidy. He set out a litter tray for me in the changing room beside the bath, and bowls of food and water in the kitchen.
Despite appearances, I’m a pretty intelligent, well-mannered cat, and I worked out how to use the toilet right away and never once soiled the floor. Tell me not to sharpen my claws on certain places, and I refrain. The walls and doorframes were forbidden so I used the furniture and rug for claw-sharpening. I mean, he never specifically mentioned that the furniture and the rug were off limits. (Admittedly, he did look a little put out at first, but I’m the kind of cat who can pick up on things, sniff out what’s absolutely forbidden, and what isn’t. The furniture and the rug weren’t absolutely off limits, is what I’m saying.)
I think it took about two months to get the stitches out and for the bone to heal. During that time, I found out the man’s name. Satoru Miyawaki.
Satoru kept calling me things like ‘You’, or ‘Cat’ or ‘Mr Cat’ ‒ whatever he felt like at the time. Which is understandable, since I didn't have a name at this point.
And even if I had had a name, Satoru didn’t understand my language, so I wouldn't have been able to tell him. It’s kind of inconvenient that humans only understand each other. Did you know that animals are much more multilingual?
Whenever I wanted to go outside, Satoru would frown and try to convince me that I shouldn’t.
‘If you go out, you might never come back. Just be patient, little cat. Wait until you’re completely better. You don't want to have stitches in your leg for the rest of your life, do you?’
By this time, I was able to walk a little, though it still hurt, but seeing how put out Satoru looked, I endured house confinement for those two months, and I figured there were other benefits. It wouldn’t do to be dragging my leg if a rival cat and I got into a scrap.
So I stayed put until my wound was at long last totally healed.
Satoru always used to stop me at the front door with a worried look, but now I stood there, meowing to be let out. Thank you for all you’ve done. I will be forever grateful. I wish you lifelong happiness, even if you never leave me another tidbit beneath that silver van.
Satoru didn't look worried so much as forlorn. The same way he seemed about the furniture and the rug. It’s not totally off limits, but still … That sort of expression.
‘Do you still prefer to live outside?’
Hang on now – enough with the teary face. You look like that, you’ll start making me feel sad that I’m leaving.
And then, out of the blue, ‘Listen, cat, I was wondering if you would become my cat.’
I had never considered this as an option. Being a dyed-in-the-wool stray, the thought of being someone’s pet had never crossed my mind.
My idea was to let him look after me until I recovered, but I’d always planned to leave once my wound was healed. Let me rephrase that. I thought I had to leave.
As long as I was leaving, it would be a lot more dignified to slip out on my own rather than have someone shoo me away. Cats are proud creatures, after all.
If you wanted me to be your pet cat, then, well, you should have said so earlier.
I slipped out of the door that Satoru had reluctantly opened. Then I turned around and gave him a meow.
Come on.
For a human, Satoru had a good intuitive sense of cat language and seemed to understand what I was saying. He looked puzzled for a moment, then followed me outside.
It was a bright, moonlit night, and the town lay still and quiet.
I leapt on to the bonnet of the silver van, thrilled to have regained the ability to jump, and then back on to the ground, where I rolled and scratched for a bit.
A car drove by and my tail shot up, the fear of being hit again ingrained in me now. Before I knew it, I was hiding behind Satoru’s trousered legs, and he was gazing down at me, smiling.
I made one round of the neighbourhood with Satoru before returning to the apartment building. Outside the door of the stairway to the apartment on the second floor, I meowed. Open up.
I looked up at Satoru and saw he was smiling, but again in that tearful way.
‘So you do want to come back, eh, Mr Cat?’
Right. Yeah. So open up.
‘So you’ll be my cat?’
Okay. But sometimes let’s go out for a walk.
And so I became Satoru’s cat.
‘When I was a child, I had a cat that looked just like you.’
Satoru brought a photo album out of the cupboard.
‘See?’
The album was full of photos of a cat. I know what they call people like this. Cat fanatics .
The cat in the photos did indeed resemble me. Both of us had an almost all-white body, the only spots of colour being on our face and tail. Two on our face; our tail black and bent. The only difference was in the angle of our bent tails. The tabby spots on our faces, though, were exactly alike.
‘The two spots on its forehead were angled downwards, like the Chinese character hachi – eight – so I named him Hachi.’
If that’s how he comes up with names, what on earth is he going to choose for me?
After hachi comes kyu – nine. What if he picked that?
‘How about Nana?’
What? He’s subtracting? I didn't see that coming.
‘It hooks in the opposite direction from Hachi, and from the top it looks like nana – the number seven.’
He seemed to be talking about my tail now.
Now wait just a second. Isn't Nana a girl’s name? I’m a full-fledged, hot-blooded male. In what universe does that make sense?
‘You’re okay with that, aren’t you, Nana? It’s a lucky name ‒ Lucky Seven and all that.’
I meowed, and Satoru squinted and tickled me under my chin.
‘Do you like the name?’
Nope! But, well. Asking that while stroking my chin is playing foul. I purred in spite of myself.
‘So you like it. Great.’
I told you already – I do not.
In the end, I missed my chance to undo the mistake (I mean, what’s a cat going to do? The guy was cuddling me the whole time), and that’s how I ended up being Nana.
‘We’ll have to move, won’t we?’
His landlord didn't allow pets in the apartment, but he’d made an exception for me, just until I got back on my feet.
So Satoru moved with me to a new place in the same town. Going to all that trouble to move just for the sake of one cat – well, maybe I shouldn’t say this, being a cat myself, but that was one fired-up cat lover.
And so began our new life together. Satoru was the perfect roommate for a cat, and I was the perfect roommate for a human.
We’ve got along really well, these past five years.
As a cat, I was now in the prime of life, and as Satoru was a little over thirty, I guess he was, too.
One day, Satoru patted my head apologetically.
‘Nana, I’m sorry.’
It’s okay, it’s okay. No worries.
‘I’m really sorry it’s come to this.’
No need to explain. I’m quick on the uptake.
‘I never intended to let you go.’
Life, be it human or feline, doesn't always work out the way you think it will.
If I had to give up living with Satoru, I’d just go back to the way I was five years ago. Back when the bone was sticking out of my leg. If we’d said goodbye and I’d gone back to life on the streets, it would not have been a big deal. I could go back to being a stray tomorrow, no problem.
I didn’t lose anything. Just gained the name Nana, and the five years I’d spent with Satoru.
So don’t look so glum, chum.
Cats just quietly take whatever comes their way.
The only exception so far was the night I broke my leg and thought of Satoru.
‘Well, shall we go?’
It seemed Satoru wanted me to go with him somewhere. He opened the door of my cage and I got in without making a fuss. For the five years I’d lived with him, I’d always been a sensible cat. For instance, even when he took me to my bête noire, the vet, I didn't stir up a racket.
Okay then – let’s go. As Satoru’s roommate, I had been a perfect cat, so I should be the perfect companion on this journey he seemed so intent on making.
My cage in hand, Satoru got into the silver van.
Kosuke, the husband without a wife
Long time no see.
So began the email.
It was from Satoru Miyawaki, a childhood friend of Kosuke’s who had moved away when he was in elementary school. He had moved around quite a bit after that, but they never completely lost touch, and even now, when they were both past thirty, they were still friends.
Sorry this is out of the blue, but would you be able to take my cat for me?
It was his precious cat, which ‘unavoidable circumstances’ were preventing him from keeping any longer, and he was now looking for someone to take care of it.
What these unavoidable circumstances were, he didn't say.
He attached two photos. A cat with two spots on his forehead forming the character hachi – eight.
‘Whoa!’ Kosuke couldn't help saying. ‘This cat looks exactly like Hachi.’
The cat in the photo looked just like the one Satoru and Kosuke had found that day so many years ago.
He scrolled to a second photo, a close-up of the cat’s tail. A hooked tail like the number seven.
Aren’t cats with hooked tails supposed to bring good fortune? thought Kosuke.
He tried to recall who had told him that. Then he sighed, realizing it had been his wife, who’d gone to live with her parents for a while. Kosuke had no clue when she’d be back.
He was beginning to get the faint sense that maybe she never would.
The ridiculous thought crossed his mind that perhaps if they’d had a cat like this, things might have been different.
With a cat hanging around the house, a cat with a hooked tail to gather in pieces of happiness, maybe they’d be able to live a simpler, more innocent life. Even without any children.
Might be good to have the cat, he was thinking. The cat in the photo was good-looking, a lot like Hachi, with the hooked tail and everything. And he hadn’t seen Satoru for a long time.
A friend asked me to take his cat for him, so what do you think? Kosuke emailed his wife, and she answered: Do whatever you like. A tad cold, he thought, but since she hadn’t replied to a single email since she’d left, it felt good to hear from her, at least.
He began to wonder if his wife, a true cat lover, might actually come home if he took in the cat. Perhaps if he told her he had adopted the cat but didn’t know how to look after it and begged her to help, perhaps she would come back solely out of sympathy for the cat.
No. Dad hates cats, so that won’t work. He caught his own kneejerk reaction; he was worrying, as usual, about what his father might think.
This was exactly why his wife had got fed up with him. Kosuke was the one running the business now, and there was no need to worry about how his dad would feel about things. Yet stillhe did.
So, partly as a reaction against his dad, he threw his name ‒ Kosuke Sawada – into the bowl as a candidate willing to take in his childhood friend’s cat.
Satoru Miyawaki wasted no time coming over to Kosuke’s place, arriving on his day off the following week in his silver van, along with his beloved cat.
When he heard a car engine outside his shop, Kosuke wandered out to find Satoru pulling into the shop’s parking lot.
‘Kosuke! It’s been ages!’
Satoru took his hands off the wheel and waved out of the open driver’s-side window.
‘Just hurry up and park,’ Kosuke urged. He was excited to see Satoru. The guy hadn’t changed at all since he was a kid.
‘You should have parked at the end. It’s easier.’
There were three parking spaces for customers right in front of the shop and Satoru had pulled into the spot furthest from the entrance, where a small shed and piles of boxes made it a tight fit.
‘Ah, is that right?’ Satoru said, scratching his head as he got out of the car. ‘I didn’t want to take up a space in case a customer needed it. Well, it’s done now.’ He took the cat cage from the back seat.
‘Is that Nana?’
‘Yep. I sent you a photo so you could see how his tail is shaped like a seven. Great choice for a name, don’t you think?’
‘I don't know if I’d call it great, exactly … You always choose kind of quirky names … Like Hachi.’
Kosuke ushered them into his living room and tried to get a good look at Nana’s face, but all Nana did was give a moody growl and turn himself around. When Kosuke peered inside, all he could make out was the black hooked tail and white rear end.
‘What’s the matter, Nana? Nana-chan …?’
Satoru tried to coax Nana out, but eventually gave up.
‘Sorry about that. He must be nervous about being in a different house. Give it some time and I’m sure he’ll settle down …’
They left the cage door open and sat on the sofa together to reminisce over old times.
‘You’re driving, so alcohol’s no good. What would you like to drink? Coffee? Tea?’
Kosuke brewed two cups of coffee. Satoru took his carefully and asked, innocently enough, ‘Is your wife here today?’
Kosuke had intended to avoid the issue but, after an awkward silence, failed to come up with a plausible excuse.
‘She went back to her parents’ place.’
Satoru’s face was hard to describe. A sorry I didn’t realize that was such a sore point kind of look.
‘Is it okay for you to make a decision about the cat on your own? Won’t you two quarrel about it when she comes home?’
‘She likes cats. In fact, taking the cat might lure her back.’
‘Yeah, but not everybody likes the same type of cat.’
‘I forwarded those photos of Nana to her and asked her what she thought, and she said I should do whatever I like.’
‘That doesn’t sound like she’s on board with the idea.’
‘It’s the only time since she left that’s she’s answered one of my emails.’
Taking the cat might lure her back – Kosuke had said it as a joke, but he was actually hoping it might be true.
‘She’s not the type of woman to chuck out a cat. And if she never comes home, then I’ll look after it myself. Either way, I don’t see any problem.’
‘I see,’ Satoru said, backing down. Now it was Kosuke’s turn to ask the questions.
‘But tell me, why can't you keep the cat any more?’
‘Well, it’s just that …’
Satoru gave a perplexed smile and scratched at the thinning hair on his head.
‘Something came up, and we can’t live together any more.’
Something clicked. Kosuke had known something was awry when Satoru, who had a nine-to-five job, had offered to work around Kosuke’s day off and come over in the middle of the week.
‘Have you been downsized?’
‘Not exactly, well – in any case, we just can't live together any more.’
Kosuke didn't pursue it, since Satoru seemed reluctant to talk about it.
‘Anyhow, I’ve got to find a home for Nana, and I’ve asked a couple of friends.’
‘I see. That can’t be easy.’
It made Kosuke want to take the cat even more. As an act of kindness. And besides, it was for Satoru.
‘What about you ? Are you okay? Your ‒ plans for the future, and everything?’
‘Thanks for asking. As long as I can get Nana settled, I’ll be fine.’
Kosuke sensed he shouldn’t dig any further. Resisted the if there’s anything I can do, let me know line.
‘You know, when I saw the photo, I was amazed. Nana’s the spitting image of Hachi.’
‘Even more so when you see him in the flesh.’
Satoru glanced back at the cage still sitting on the floor, but it didn't look like Nana was intending to show his face anytime soon.
‘When I first saw him, I was surprised, too. For a second I thought it was Hachi.’
That was impossible, of course, but the memory saddened him, nonetheless. ‘What happened to Hachi?’ Kosuke asked.
‘He died when I was in high school. His new owner got in touch, told me it was a traffic accident.’
Even now, this must have been a painful memory for Satoru.
‘It's nice that they let you know, though.’
At least the two of them, who had both loved the cat, could mourn together. Satoru must have cried alone many times since.
‘Sorry, I seem to be getting sadder and sadder here,’ Satoru said.
‘Don't apologize, you idiot.’
Kosuke made as if to lightly punch him and Satoru playfully swayed to avoid it.
‘Time goes by before you know it,’ Satoru said. ‘It seems like yesterday when you and I found Hachi. Do you remember?’
‘Remember? How could I forget?’ Kosuke smiled, and Satoru gave a little embarrassed ahem laugh.
A short walk from the Sawada Photo Studio, up a gentle slope, was a housing complex. Thirty years ago, this was considered an up-and-coming area, with rows of model showroom-like houses and fashionable condo units.
Satoru’s family lived in a cosy condo in the neighbourhood. Satoru and his parents: the three of them.
Satoru and Kosuke had started going to the same swimming school in second grade. Since he was little, Kosuke had struggled with skin allergies, and his mother, convinced that swimming would make his skin tougher, had made him go, but Satoru had a different reason for going. He was such a fast swimmer people said he had webbed hands, and the teachers at his school had recommended he learn to swim properly.
Always a bit of a joker, Satoru, when they had free swimming time, would pretend to be a salamander and crawl along the bottom of the pool, then playfully pop up and pounce on the other pupils. ‘What are you, some kind of kappa ?’ the swimming instructor had said, irritated, and the nickname Kappa – a kind of mythical water imp – stuck. Depending on the instructor’s mood, he sometimes called him Webfoot, too.
Once lessons began, though, Satoru was in the advanced class for kids who could swim fast, while Kosuke was in the ordinary class that included all the kids like him with allergies.
Despite all the Kappa and Webfoot antics, when Satoru swam at speed down the lane he looked incredibly cool. Kosuke and Satoru were good friends, but at those times Kosuke found Satoru a little annoying. If only I could be like him , he thought enviously.
But one day when he saw Satoru clowning around, diving into the water and cracking his forehead on the bottom, he was no longer so envious.
It was early summer, and they had been going to the swimming school for two years.
They always met up at the bottom of the slope below the housing complex to walk to swimming school together, and on this day Kosuke was the first to arrive. Which is why he was the one to discover the box first.
A cardboard box had been left below the post with the map of the housing complex on it. And the box was meowing. Hesitantly, Kosuke opened the lid and saw two white balls of downy fur. With a sprinkling of tabby patches here and there.
He stared silently at them. Such helpless, soft little things, he thought. They were so tiny he hesitated even to touch them—
‘Wow! Cats!’
From above him, Satoru’s voice rang out.
‘What’s up?’ he said, crouching down beside Kosuke.
‘Somebody just left it here.’
‘They're so cute!’
In silence, the two boys timidly stroked the fluffy fur for a few moments, then Satoru spoke.
‘Do you want to hold him?’
You have allergies, so don’t ever touch animals – Kosuke could hear his mother’s scolding voice in his head, but he couldn't just stand and watch Satoru give them a stroke. Kosuke had been the one to find them, after all.
He scooped one of them up in his hands and placed it on his palm. It was so light!
He wanted to carry on stroking them, but they were going to be late for swimming. Reluctantly, they peeled the kittens off them and returned them to the box.
They agreed that they would look in on the kittens on the way back, and raced down the road to the swimming school. They were a few minutes late for class and the instructor slapped them both on the head.
After class, they fell over themselves to get back to the bottom of the slope below the housing complex.
The box was still there, under the sign, but to their dismay, now there was only one kitten inside. Someone must have taken the other one.
It seemed to them that the fate of the remaining kitten lay in their hands. A kitten with tabby patches on its forehead in the shape of the character hachi . And a black hooked tail.
The two of them sat down on the grass beside the box and gazed at the little kitten curled up in it, sleeping soundly. How could any child not want to take this tiny, soft little creature home?
What would happen if we did take it home? Each boy knew exactly what the other was thinking.
Kosuke knew his mum would be against it because of his allergies, plus his dad wasn't so keen on animals.
In contrast to Kosuke, Satoru was quick to come to a decision.
‘I’ll ask my mum.’
‘That’s not fair!’
Kosuke’s reaction was fuelled by something that had happened at swimming school a few days before. A girl Kosuke was keen on saw Satoru swimming in the advanced class and murmured, ‘He’s pretty cool.’
Satoru could swim fast, he didn't have any allergies, and his father and mother were both kind people, so if he took the cat home they were sure to accept it. So not only did the girl Kosuke liked praise Satoru, but now he would get to keep this soft, tiny creature – that just wasn’t fair, was it?
When Kosuke told him this, Satoru looked hurt, as if he’d been slapped. Kosuke felt ashamed.
He’d simply been getting something off his chest, that was all.
‘I mean, I found him first,’ he finally blurted out.
To which Satoru, honest to a fault, said, ‘I’m sorry. Yes, you did find him first, Kosuke, so he’s your cat.’
Kosuke regretted having snapped at his friend, but all he could manage was a small nod. They parted a little awkwardly, and Kosuke carried the cardboard box with the kitten inside it home.
His mother, surprisingly, wasn’t against keeping the kitten.
‘Perhaps it’s because of the swimming, but you haven’t had any allergic reactions lately, so as long as we keep the house really clean, I think it should be okay.’
The main obstacle was his father.
‘No way! A cat ? Are you insane?’
That was his immediate reaction, and he refused to change his mind.
‘What if he scratches everything with his claws? Looking after a cat costs money, you know! I’m not running a photo studio to feed some cat!’
Kosuke’s mother supported her son, but that seemed to make his father even more resistant to the idea. Before they had dinner, he ordered Kosuke to take the cat back where he’d found it.
So Kosuke, on the verge of tears, trudged back to the slope below the housing complex with the cardboard box held tighly to his chest.
But put the box back under the sign? He couldn't bring himself to do that. And so he found himself heading for his friend’s house.
‘My dad said I can't keep the cat.’ Standing at the door sobbing, Kosuke finally managed to get the words out.
‘I get it,’ Satoru said, and nodded. ‘Leave it to me. I have a great idea!’
Satoru disappeared inside the house. Kosuke waited at the door, guessing that he was going to ask his mother if he could keep the cat, but then Satoru reappeared, with his swimming bag slung across his shoulder.
‘Satoru, where are you going with that?’ his mother called out from the kitchen. ‘We’re going to have dinner as soon as your father gets home!’
‘You go ahead and eat!’ Satoru called out, slipping into his trainers at the entrance. ‘Kosuke and I are going to run away from home for a while!’
Satoru’s mother was always so graceful and gentle. Kosuke had never heard her sound so stern.
She seemed to be in the middle of deep-frying tempura, so although she wasn’t happy about it, she couldn’t come to the front door. Instead, she just popped her head out from the kitchen.
‘Ko-chan, what is he talking about?’ she asked.
But Kosuke was equally clueless.
‘Come on,’ Satoru said. He pulled Kosuke by the hand and they ran out of the house.
‘I read this book at school the other day,’ Satoru explained. ‘A boy found a stray puppy and his father got angry and told him to take it back where he had found it, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it so he ran away from home. In the middle of the night, his father came looking for him and, in the end, he said he would let him keep it, as long as he looked after it himself.’
Satoru rattled on excitedly.
‘What we’re doing is exactly the same, Kosuke, so I’m sure it’ll work out! The only difference is it’s a stray cat, not a dog. And you have me to help you.’
Apart from it being a kitten, not a puppy, Kosuke had the feeling that his situation was quite different from the one in the book, though he was, admittedly, quite attracted by the idea of his father feeling sad and giving in if he ran away.
He decided to go along with the plan. The first thing they did was go to a small supermarket and buy some cat food. We’d like food for a kitten, they told the man at the register, and the man, whose hair was dyed red, said, ‘Try this,’ and handed them a can of paste-like meat. The man had looked intimidating at first but turned out to be unexpectedly kind.
Then they had dinner in the park of the housing complex. Satoru had grabbed some bread and sweets from his house, and the two of them made do with that. They opened the can of cat food for the kitten.
‘So, by “middle of the night”, I’m guessing we need to hang out here until about twelvemidnight.’
Satoru had prudently packed an alarm clock in his bag.
‘But won't my father have a total fit if I stay out that late?’
Kosuke’s father seemed friendly enough outside the house, but with his family he was an obstinate man with a short fuse.
‘What are you talking about? We’re doing it for the cat, aren’t we? And besides, he’ll forgive you in the end, so it’ll all work out.’
In the book, the father had forgiven his son, but caught up in Satoru’s blind enthusiasm, Kosuke didn’t feel able to say what was on his mind, namely that his father was a very different personality, and he doubted that the plan would succeed.
As they whiled away the time playing with the cat in the park, a few people, out for a stroll, called out to them, among them a woman walking her dogs.
‘What are you doing out this late? Your family will be worried,’ she said.
They were too well known in the neighbourhood . Kosuke started to wonder if they’d chosen the wrong spot, though Satoru didn’t seem at all concerned.
‘Don’t worry about us,’ he told the woman. ‘We’re running away!’
‘Is that so? Well, you’d better go home right now!’
After a fifth woman had come up to them, Kosuke finally raised an objection.
‘Satoru, I don’t think this is how you run away from home.’
‘I know, but in the book the father came looking for them in a park.’
‘Yeah, but this doesn’t make any sense.’
At that moment, they heard a voice calling through the cool air: ‘Satoru!’ It was his mother. ‘It’s late, and enough is enough. Come home now! You’ve got Kosuke’s family worried, too!’
Satoru flinched. ‘There’s no way they could have found us so quickly!’
‘You didn’t think they’d find us?’
Had Satoru seriously believed they could hide from their parents when there were all these strangers around who seemed to know them?
‘I’m sorry, Mum!’ Satoru shouted. ‘But we can’t be found yet!’
‘Come on, Kosuke!’ He grabbed the cardboard box and ran with it to the gate leading out of the park. Kosuke could do nothing but follow. It felt like they were straying from the storyline Satoru had outlined, but there should still be time to put that right. Surely there would be. Well, maybe.
They managed to shake off Satoru’s mother and were sprinting down the slope away from the housing complex when all of a sudden there was a roar.
‘Come back here!’
The roar came from Kosuke’s father. It was probably too late now to put anything right. Maybe we should just apologize, Kosuke was thinking, but Satoru shouted: ‘It's the enemy!’
The story had taken a different turn now.
‘Run for it!’
By now, they’d completely lost sight of the narrative they were supposed to be sticking to. For the time being, all Kosuke could do was chase after Satoru, who was determined to keep running.
His portly and generally sedentary father couldn't keep up and they lost him after they’d rounded the first corner, but now the street was totally straight. There was nowhere to hide.
‘Kosuke, this way!’
Satoru had raced inside the small supermarket where they’d bought the can of cat food. A smattering of customers were flipping through magazines while the red-haired clerk listlessly restocked a shelf.
‘You have to hide us! We’re being chased!’ Satoru shouted. The clerk looked over at them doubtfully.
‘If they catch us, they’re going to get rid of him!’
Satoru showed the cardboard box to the clerk and a siren-like yowl rang out from it.
The clerk stared at the box for a moment, then headed to the back of the shop, motioning for them to follow. They had passed through a door when the clerk pointed to the back exit.
‘You’re a lifesaver!’
Satoru scampered out, followed by Kosuke.
He turned and gave a small bow of thanks, and the clerk wordlessly waved a hand at them.
From there, they scurried from place to place, but they were only children and there was only so far their legs could carry them.
Finally, they ran to their elementary school. Satoru’s odd little plan to run away from home had caused quite a disturbance, so much so that the news had got around the neighbourhood, and as they legged it into the school grounds, all the grown-ups were hot on their heels.
They prised open a window, one that all the pupils knew was out of kilter and didn't lock properly, and slipped into the school building. The adults had no idea how to get in, so they ran around helplessly outside, while the boys made their way up to the top floor.
They spilled out on to the roof and could at last put down the cardboard box with the kitten inside.
‘I hope he’s okay. He was shaken up quite a bit.’
There was no sound coming from the box so they quickly opened it. The kitten was nestled in a corner. Kosuke hesitantly reached his arm inside to touch it—
The kitten started to howl even louder than before.
‘Sssshhhh! You’ll give us away.’
The two boys tried to calm the kitten, but cats don’t often listen. Crouched down and shushing at each other, they could hear voices calling out.
‘I hear a cat!’
‘It’s coming from the roof!’
The grown-ups had started to gather down below.
‘Kosuke, enough!’
One angry voice rose up from the crowd, that of Kosuke’s father. From the sound of his voice, it was easy to guess that his son was in for a beating that would put his nose severely out of joint.
Kosuke, in tears, turned on Satoru.
‘It didn't work! You lied, Satoru!’
‘It isn't over yet. We can still pull this off!’
Again, a voice called out from below. ‘Satoru, come down here right this minute!’
Satoru’s father had joined their pursuers.
‘We can go up the fire escape,’ someone piped up, and it became clear that Kosuke’s father, his face burning with rage, was already climbing them.
‘It’s all over now,’ Kosuke mumbled, holding his head in his hands. Satoru ran over to the railing on the roof. He leaned over it and shouted, ‘Stop! If you don’t stop, he’s going to jump!’
A murmur ran through the crowd below.
‘ What? ’ Kosuke was horrified. ‘What are you doing, Satoru?!’
When he grabbed Satoru’s sleeve, Satoru gave him a blazing grin and a thumb’s up. ‘A comeback!’ he said. It wasn’t what Kosuke had been hoping for, but it did seem to be enough to stop Kosuke’s father dead in his tracks.
‘Satoru, is that true, what you said?’ Satoru’s mother yelled from below.
‘It’s true! It’s true!’ Satoru yelled back. ‘He just took off his trainers!’
‘Oh my god!’ People were screaming from below.
‘Kosuke, calm down now, kid!’ This from Satoru’s father, while Kosuke’s father roared, ‘Stop buggering about!’ Even from up above, it was clear he was furious. ‘Stop whining! I’m coming up, and I’ll drag you down from there if I have to!’
‘Don’t do that, Mr Sawada! Kosuke’s really going to do it!’ Satoru shouted, to stop him. ‘If you come up here, he’ll jump off, and he’ll take the cat with him!’
Satoru turned to Kosuke with a grave expression on his face. ‘Kosuke, could you, like, kind of straddle the railing?’
Kosuke replied that no way was he going to risk his life over all this.
‘But look, you want to keep the cat, don't you?’
‘Sure, but …’ For the sake of a cat, did you really have to go this far?
For one thing, the story Satoru had read about running away hadn’t ended up with the boy and the puppy jumping to their deaths.
‘Listen! Can’t we ask first whether it’s okay to keep the cat at your house, Satoru?’ ‘What?’ Satoru looked as startled as a pigeon shot with an air rifle. ‘You mean, it’s okay for me to have the cat? Man, if you thought that, you should have said so!’
Beaming, Satoru called out to the crowd down below.
‘Dad! Mum! Kosuke says he wants us to have the cat—!’
‘Okay, okay. But first talk Kosuke out of jumping!’
A storm of misunderstanding still seemed to be swirling through the crowd of grown-ups who had not a clue what was going on.
Satoru, you really weren’t too bright as a child, were you?
I could hear Satoru and Kosuke’s conversation from inside my cage. I’d never heard such a mad story in my life.
‘It was after we came down from the roof that things got heavy.’
‘Your dad thumped us pretty hard, Kosuke. I remember, the next day my head looked like the Great Buddha in Nara.’
The cat that had thrown the whole neighbourhood into such an uproar was my predecessor, that cat Hachi, apparently.
‘Speaking of which, Hachi was a male tabby, wasn’t he? Aren't male tabbies supposed to be quite rare?’ asked Kosuke.
Is that so? Well, since Hachi and I have the same markings, I must be a pretty rare specimen myself.
I had perked up my ears to listen in, and Satoru said, smiling, ‘Well, the thing is … I asked a vet about it and he said his markings are too few for him to be classified as a tabby.’
‘Really? Other than his forehead and tail, it’s true – he was pure white.’
‘Man,’ Kosuke said, raising his arms then crossing them in front of his chest. I could see all this through the gaps in my cage.
‘I was thinking that if I had told my father it was a valuable male tabby I might have been able to convince him to keep it.’
Kosuke looked over at the cage. I quickly turned my head away so as not to meet his eye. Too much bother if he tries to get all friendly on me.
‘What about Nana? His face looks exactly like Hachi’s, but what about his markings?’
‘Nana can’t be classified as a tabby either. He’s just a moggy.’
Well, excuuuse me . I glared at the back of Satoru’s head, and he went on:
‘But, to me, Nana’s much more valuable than a male tabby. It’s fate, don't you think, that he looks just like the first cat I ever had? When I first laid eyes on him, I knew, someday, he had to be my own precious cat.’
Hrumph. You’re just saying that because it sounds good. I know what you’re getting at. But still.
Maybe that’s why I saw Satoru crying that day. After I was hit by the car and had dragged myself back to his place. He mentioned that Hachi had died in a traffic accident.
Satoru must have thought he was going to lose another precious cat to a car accident.
‘That was one good cat, Hachi. So well behaved,’ Kosuke said.
To which Satoru replied, with a smile, ‘Though he wasn’t very athletic.’
According to what I heard, he was the type whose legs went all spongy when someone grabbed the back of his neck. A cat who couldn’t catch mice, in other words. Pretty pathetic, if you ask me. A real cat would immediately fold in its legs.
Me? I’m a real cat, naturally. I caught my first sparrow when I was less than six months old. And catching something with wings is a lot trickier than catching any four-legged land creature, believe you me.
‘When he was playing with a catnip toy he’d go dizzy, chasing it around.’
‘’Cause he was usually pretty placid.’
‘What about Nana?’
‘He loves mouse toys. The kind made out of rabbit fur.’
Hold on a sec. I can't let that pass. Since when did I love that awful fake mouse?
It smells like the real thing, so if you throw it near me, of course I’ll fight with it, but no matter how much I chomp on it, no tasty juice comes out. So when I finally calm down I’m worn out, and the whole thing’s been a total waste of time, d’you understand?
There’s that manga on TV sometimes where the samurai cuts down a dingbat and sighs, ‘That was a waste of a good sword.’ To me, that’s kind of how it feels. You’ve hunted down yet another useless thing. (By the way, Satoru prefers the shows with guns.) The least they could do would be to stuff those toys with white meat. But could I take this complaint to the pet-toymakers? Stop worrying about what the owners think and pay some attention to your real clients. Your real clients are folk like me .
In any case, after one of those pointless chases, I usually let off steam with a good walk. But Satoru usually tags along, and that makes it hard to do any successful hunting.
What I mean is, the minute I spot some decent game, Satoru interferes. Deliberately makes some careless noise or movement. When I glare at him, he feigns ignorance, but all that racket gives us away, thank you very much.
When I get upset and wave my tail energetically sideways, he gives me this pathetic look and tries to explain.
You have lots of crunchies at home to eat, don’t you? You don't need to kill anything. Even if you catch something, Nana, you barely eat it.
You idiot, idiot, idiooooootttt! Every living creature on earth is born with an instinct to kill! You can try to dodge it by bringing in vegetarianism, but you just don't hear a plant scream when you kill it! Hunting down what can be hunted is a cat’s natural instinct! Sometimes we hunt things but don't eat them, but that’s what training is all about.
My god, what spineless creatures they are, those that don't kill the food they eat. Satoru’s a human being, of course, so he just doesn't get it.
‘Is Nana good at hunting, too?’
‘She’s beyond good! She snagged pigeons that landed on our porch.’
Right you are. Those blasted birds get all superior in human territory. I thought I’d show them what’s what. And Satoru, all teary-eyed, always asked, ‘Why do you catch them if you’re not going to eat them?’ If that’s the way you think, then don’t interfere when I hunt on our walks.
And didn’t Satoru complain about pigeon droppings on the laundry he’d hung out to dry? He’d be happy if I chased away the pigeons, and I’d get to hunt. Literally, two birds with one stone, so why the complaints? And by the bye, ever since that incident, the pigeons have never come near our porch again, but have I heard a word of thanks? Still waiting!
‘It was a real problem that time,’ Satoru said. ‘A sparrow or a mouse I could bury in the bushes next to the apartment building, but something the size of a pigeon, that’s a different story. I ended up burying it in a park, and the only conclusion anybody who spotted me, a thirty-year-old man burying a pigeon, could come to is that I was a pretty dodgy character.’
‘There are more and more weird things happening these days, too.’
‘Right. Every time someone passed by, I would say apologetically, “I’m so sorry, but the cat did it,” and they’d look at me really oddly. And wouldn't you know it, that was the one occasion Nana wasn’t with me.’
Ah, so he had an awkward time, did he? I should have been with him. But Satoru didn't tell me, so it's his fault, and I’m not going to apologize.
‘Sounds like Nana’s wilder than Hachi was.’
‘But he’s quite gentle sometimes too, like Hachi. When I’m feeling depressed or down, he always snuggles up close …’
Not that hearing these words made me happy or anything.
‘Sometimes, I get the feeling he can understand what people are saying. He’s pretty bright.’
Humans who think we don't understand them are the stupid ones.
‘Hachi was a very kind cat. Whenever my father had a go at me and I went to your house, Satoru, he’d sit on my lap and refuse to jump off.’
‘He understood when people were feeling down. When my parents had an argument, he’d always side with the one who had lost. It made it easy for me as a child to tell who had won and who had lost.
‘I wonder if Nana would do the same, too?’
‘I’m sure of it. He’s pretty kind.’
Hachi seemed to be a decent sort of cat, but going on and on about Hachi this and Hachi that made me think, If a cat that’s dead was so good, maybe I should die too, and let them see how they like that .
‘I’m sorry,’ Kosuke suddenly murmured. ‘I should have taken Hachi from you back then.’
‘There was nothing we could do about it.’
Satoru sounded like he didn't hold a grudge. Instead, looking at Kosuke, it seemed to me that he was the one who did.
Though Satoru’s family brought Hachi up, it was as though Kosuke did the job half the time.
Whenever he went over to Satoru’s, he played tirelessly with Hachi, and Satoru sometimes took the cat over to Kosuke’s house.
At first, Kosuke’s father stubbornly refused to let Hachi in the house, so they played in the garage, but before long his mother let them bring the cat inside, if not into the studio, and little by little his father got used to it. He warned them not to let Hachi sharpen his claws on the walls or the furniture, but sometimes when he passed by, Kosuke’s father would say a few nice things to Hachi.
Kosuke regretted that he couldn't have Hachi himself, but he was very happy when his father played with him. It felt like his father was meeting him halfway.
He even hoped that, if he ever found another stray kitten, this time he would be allowed to keep it for himself.
Because it was a very special thing – to have your own cat in your own home.
Whenever he stayed overnight at Satoru’s, sleeping on the futon beside his bed, he’d often be woken in the middle of the night by four feet clomping over him. Feeling the weight of a cat’s paws pressing into your shoulers in the middle of the night – not much beats that.
He would glance over and see Hachi curled up in ball on top of Satoru’s chest. Perhaps finding it too hard to breathe, Satoru, still asleep, would slide the cat beside him. Lucky guy, Kosuke thought. If he were my cat, we could sleep together and I would let him walk all over me.
‘My father seems to have taken a liking to Hachi, and I’m thinking, maybe, if we find another stray kitten, he might let me keep it.’
‘That’d be great! Then Hachi would have a friend.’
The idea made Satoru happy, and on the way to and from swimming school, he’d kept an eye out for another box with a kitten inside it.
But there never was another cardboard box with a kitten inside left under the housing complex sign.
Of course, it was a good thing that no more poor cats were abandoned. Because, even if they had found another cat, Kosuke’s father still wouldn’t have let him keep it.
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- Publisher : Berkley; Illustrated edition (October 23, 2018)
- Language : English
- Hardcover : 288 pages
- ISBN-10 : 0451491335
- ISBN-13 : 978-0451491336
- Item Weight : 11.5 ounces
- Dimensions : 5 x 0.72 x 7 inches
- #203 in Animal Fiction (Books)
- #1,797 in Family Life Fiction (Books)
- #5,646 in Literary Fiction (Books)
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The Travelling Cat Chronicles
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Nana is the cutest girl. She is also smart and aware of her talents. She has paws and purrs. Her father Satoru cannot take of her anymore and must give her up. He searches for someone to tak... Read all Nana is the cutest girl. She is also smart and aware of her talents. She has paws and purrs. Her father Satoru cannot take of her anymore and must give her up. He searches for someone to take care of Nana and begins visiting people who may be good candidates. As Nana and her fath... Read all Nana is the cutest girl. She is also smart and aware of her talents. She has paws and purrs. Her father Satoru cannot take of her anymore and must give her up. He searches for someone to take care of Nana and begins visiting people who may be good candidates. As Nana and her father take trips in their car Satoru meets old friends, meets new friends and his own story u... Read all
- Kôichirô Miki
- Hiro Arikawa
- Emiko Hiramatsu
- Sôta Fukushi
- Mitsuki Takahata
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My cat was v. confused. I thought it was just beautiful. It really touched me. I read this book recently and felt rushes of emotions for my cats, the one that is my baby and the one (different cat) who I had to put to sleep this summer. The book made me realize how much people probably really mean to cats.
Hey all, I am not a frequent poster on this sub, but I've recently read "the travelling cat chronicles" and I have an irresistible need to gush about it. I haven't cried reading a book for a long while now, and I was looking for something I could connect to and cry with.
The Travelling Cat Chronicles. I originally wanted to read I Am a Cat, but when I found out about how it ends… nope. I started reading it, still, though, to get a glimpse of why the book was so acclaimed, and as much as I loved the narration, having to read about a struggling, unloved, unwanted cat just made me nope-d out fast.
The Travelling Cat Chronicles by Hiro Arikawa, Philip Gabriel (Translator) is a 2018 Viking publication. (Originally published in 2012). Nana is a stray cat who enjoys sleeping in the sun on the hood of a van, and tolerating humans if necessary, especially if he is given crunchy bits to eat.
We all need a Nana along in our own life's journey! The Travelling Cat Chronicles is a fantastic little book that made me laugh many times, tear up a few times, and ultimately left me so happy (and possibly re-thinking my own currently cat-less existence)! For more Japanese literature please also be sure to check out our review of Convenience ...
Yes, this novel has a cat narrator. I'm not ashamed to say it had me at meow. Review by Mary Laura Philpott. December 4, 2018 at 8:00 a.m. EST. I love animals, and I love books, but I tend to ...
Please be aware that this discussion guide will contain spoilers! The Travelling Cat Chronicles exemplifies the idea that life isn't about the destination; it's about the journey. How do both Satoru and Nana show us that life is what we make of it? Friendships come and go, as we all know. Yet friendships are everlasting in this book, despite ...
None of them — Kosuke, Yoshimine, Sugi and Chikako — are a good fit to take care of Nana, for a variety of reasons, all of which Nana contributes to, not wanting to be left behind. He's a ...
The Travelling Cat Chronicles, by Hiro Arikawa, translated by Philip Gabriel, Doubleday, RRP£9.99, 256 pages. Join our online book group on Facebook at FTBooksCafe.
The Cat Lounge. The travelling cat chronicles. Thread starter katocats; Start Date Mar 14, 2023; Mar 14, 2023 #1 katocats TCS Member Thread starter. Adult Cat. Joined Mar 22, 2013 Messages 284 Purraise 309 Location Scotland. Has anybody read this book it's been highly recommended to me ...
To give you the full detail Satoru, the owner, has his parents die early on, his previous cat is mentioned as dying and the ending includes his death with the cat, Nana, grieving the last few chapters. Satoru's death feels the most graphic by far since Nana watches him decline and is absolutely heartbroken.
The Travelling Cat Chronicles. Hiro Arikawa. Penguin, Oct 23, 2018 - Fiction - 288 pages. A book that "speak [s] volumes about our need for connection—human, feline or otherwise" (The San Francisco Chronicle), The Travelling Cat Chronicles is a life-affirming anthem to kindness and self-sacrifice that shows how the smallest things can ...
The novel is narrated by Nana, a stray cat who, after being hit by a car, allows himself to be taken in by a young man named Satoru while he recuperates. It's a cushy number. All the ...
October 25, 2018 5:00am. Courtesy of Tokyo International Film Festival. Japan's booming cat-movie industry rolls on with The Travelling Cat Chronicles, Koichiro Miki's adaptation of Hiro ...
A book that "speak[s] volumes about our need for connection—human, feline or otherwise" (The San Francisco Chronicle), The Travelling Cat Chronicles is a life-affirming anthem to kindness and self-sacrifice that shows how the smallest things can provide the greatest joy—the perfect gift for cat lovers and travellers!We take journeys to explore exotic new places and to return to the ...
The Travelling Cat Chronicles: Directed by Kôichirô Miki. With Sôta Fukushi, Mitsuki Takahata, Nana, Alice Hirose. Nana is the cutest girl. She is also smart and aware of her talents. She has paws and purrs. Her father Satoru cannot take of her anymore and must give her up. He searches for someone to take care of Nana and begins visiting people who may be good candidates.
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The Travelling Cat Chronicles. Hiro Arikawa with George Blagden (Narrator), Philip Gabriel (Translator) 5 hours, 59 minutes • first pub 2012 ( editions) fiction contemporary emotional reflective sad medium-paced. The StoryGraph is an affiliate of the featured links. We earn commission on any purchases made. The StoryGraph is an affiliate of ...
Yep, not sobbing or anything but a few tears welled up over the last couple chapters. Couldnt tell if they were happy or sad. 601K subscribers in the 52book community. A subreddit for the participants of the 52 Book Challenge (one book per week for a year) to discuss their….
An instant international bestseller and indie bestseller, The Travelling Cat Chronicles has charmed readers around the world. With simple yet descriptive prose, this novel gives voice to Nana the cat and his owner, Satoru, as they take to the road on a journey with no other purpose than to visit three of Satoru's longtime friends. more ...
Oh, and one of my favorites regarding 1st person cat books, is "Diary of a killer cat" its less serious than travelling cat chronicles i would even call it childish, but i like it. Hi there, looking for a book similar to travelling cat chronicles, I really enjoyed the read and im looking for something short, has a sense of humor….
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