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“You’re okay with that, aren’t you, Nana? It’s a lucky name—Lucky Seven and all that.”
Nana mentioned 🤣
“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.
Distant relatives you hardly ever see are, to a child, like total strangers. Friends are much closer. Why don’t adults understand that?
“What with my father being so arrogant and selfish, maybe I shouldn’t have tried so hard to be a good son.”
Be true to yourself!
If things aren’t good, I have no problem saying so. Because cats are creatures that can say no.
It’s about time you cut the strings and got over your father. Cats, you know, are independent from their parents six months after they’re born.
“It’s such a shame I can’t leave him here,” he’d tell each of his friends, but in the van on the way home he’d be all smiles. How could I ever leave him, having experienced that kind of love? I will never, ever, leave him.
Cat and man
Every time he saw trees through the window, Satoru would talk to me about them. So I became quite skilled at discriminating between different shades of red. I just learned to distinguish, in my own way of seeing things, the variations of red that Satoru pointed out, but also that they did all indeed share the same color. For the rest of my life, I would remember all the shades of red Satoru mentioned that day.
When an animal’s life is over, it rests where it falls, and it often seems to me that humans are such worriers, to think of preparing a place for people to sleep when they are dead. If you have to consider what’s going to happen after you die, life becomes doubly troublesome.
My story will be over soon. 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.
