Excerpt from The Travelling Cat Chronicles by Hiro Arikawa, Philip Gabriel, plus links to reviews, author biography & more

'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.

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