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

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!'

'What?'

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.

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