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

'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.'

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