The Travelling Cat Chronicles

by Hiro Arikawa

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.

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,

I wouldn’t have lost 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.

Distant relatives you hardly ever see are, to a child, like total strangers. Friends are much closer. Why don’t adults understand that?

At that moment, we were without doubt the greatest travelers in the world. And I was the world’s greatest traveling cat.

“I don’t know if I’m a good person or not. But either way, I wasn’t unlucky.”

How could I ever leave him, having experienced that kind of love? I will never, ever, leave him.

If you have to consider what’s going to happen after you die, life becomes doubly troublesome.

I am Satoru’s one and only cat. And Satoru is my one and only pal.