Short Story | The Kitten Novelist | Am I a cat?

Until the naughty and timid newcomer became known as a novelist

It is the name and line of a novel that is a masterpiece of Natsume Soseki.

He is definitely a cat, but not yet dignified enough so that he can introduce himself like that.

TThere is also a hierarchical relationship in the world of cats. If he got carried away, his senior tabby cat will get angry again.

This black cat, who came to our house last October, was named Alto.

He was only one month old.

At first, he was innocent like a kitten, showed an interest in everything, and ran around, and recently he is called a novelist at my home.

I hope you can hear how that happened.

His favorite was bird feathers.

When he caught sight of this, he jumped from the edge of the room with a tremendous force.

It's strange that he has never seen a real bird because we've never been outside.

He also played a lot of fun with a toy that imitate a fox tail, a mouse, though not as much as a feather.

He was playing all day.

As I was cleaning the cat litter box, he sat on my shoulder and looked into a shovel that scooped up the sand.

Try to smell bread, rice, and cookies.

I'm sure he can eat what he started eating when he was young.

That’s the matter because he shouldn’t get a stomachache.

He is so active because he is more interested than fear.

I learned from this cat.

Because of his curiosity, I'm sure he can challenge anything and go anywhere.

This curiosity surpasses even the most animal-like defense instinct.

Instead, it is next to death.

There is a danger of life.

You need to be careful about water, gaps in furniture, chemicals, and so on.

Adults and children are similar to both humans and cats.

Taking advantage of this balance of curiosity and defense instinct, my family attempted to control his range of action.

I'm sure this curiosity will lure him into the wider world outside.

Adult cats see shadows on territories, smells, and so on.

An unknown monster may be lurking in the unknown.

However, he is young and chases moving things.

The world he has never seen and the smells he does not know are all sparkling Emporiums.

Young green leaves swaying in the wind beckon, and bees and birds sing that they are fun and delicious.

That's why my family locked him in two small rooms in his childhood.

they played a lot there and made him eat delicious food.

I think he's been happy with the last few months.

Because he knows nothing else.

As the days went by, he was still small, but he became quite calm.

He began to groom and shake his ass when playing.

He is different from when he was toddling with moving things.

Aim from the shadow.

His face is lower than his hips, and his eyes are wide open toward his prey.

And as his pupils widen black, his developed thighs and Achilles tendon unleash his entire body.

When he catches it with his claws and bites it, he holds it in his mouth and carries it to a safe place.

He wasn't taught by anyone, but his instinct made him a cat.

"I am a cat"

Even if he refrains from the senior, he doesn’t care about humans.

One day he saw a curtain fluttering in the wind.

Even if it's cloudy, it's brighter than in the room.

What is the smell?

He could see the house opposite through the gap in the curtain.

There are sparrows and crows.

What is that?

His ears passed the curtain.

At that time, there is a loud buzzing sound.

A rattling sound of metal, a rattling sound of shoes, and a postman wearing a white helmet open the door of the previous house.

He had his eyes wide open.

He is also sensitive to the footsteps of our home.

I turned to the people at home.

And after he thought for a little while, he ran into the closet.

It seemed that he was shocked by the first sight, moving objects and sounds.

It's been an hour or two, but it doesn't come out.

It's been 4 hours.

The sun went down.

He popped out.

And he munched on supper as if nothing had happened.

My family knew he was a scaredy cat.

A few days passed and he saw a big crow through the open window again.

He jumped into the closet again.

He hasn't come in a few hours since then.

This time is very long.

My nephew came to my house to play.

He is still 4 years old.Same kind!

"I want to see a black cat," he says.

Of course, the cat is in the closet.

At home, we started to talk about what he was doing in the closet.

The only opinion was that he might have shrunk and fell asleep.

There was a joke that he was a sensitive guy, so he probably drew pictures.

Human beings can be artists who draw the shock of their hearts with their delicate sensibilities.

One day, while cleaning up, I opened a closet that he often goes into.

Then I found a lot of messed up paper scraps.

It seems that the magazines and toilet paper that had been stored were randomly scraped and messed up.

Only cats or novelists emotionally turn expensive paper into scraps of paper.

There is no doubt that he is timid and delicate.

It's a recent trend to say, "He’s writing a novel again," because he's in the closet and immerses himself in his world every time.

At my home, he is called a novelist.