Hiro Arikawa

Whether I like my name is another matter, since it glaringly doesn’t fit my gender, me being male and all.

But when he and I had settled into a comfortable relationship, fate intervened to change everything.

And fate hurt like hell.

“I’m proud of you, remembering me like that.”

Cats don’t cry like humans do. But—somehow—I sort of understood why he was weeping.

“You’re okay with that, aren’t you, Nana? It’s a lucky name—Lucky Seven and all that.”

“Do you like the name?”

Nope! But, well. Asking that while stroking my chin is playing foul. I purred in spite of myself.

“So you like it. Great.”

I told you already—I do not

Life, be it human or feline, doesn’t always work out the way you think it will

With a cat hanging around the house, a cat with a hooked tail to gather in pieces of happiness, maybe they’d be able to live a simpler, more innocent life. Even without any children

“Sorry, I seem to be getting sadder and sadder here,” Satoru said.

Humans who think we don’t understand them are the stupid ones.

Because it was a very special thing—to have your own cat in your own home.