I am a (paper) cat.

I am a cat. As yet, I have no name. I have no idea where I was born. All I remember is that I was assembled in an abandoned school building in Kunisaki at the base of Futago Mountain, a dark, damp place where, for the first time, I saw a human being.

Cat's paws are such that it seems they do not exist. Wherever they may go, they never make clumsy noises. Cats walk as if on air, as if they tread the clouds.
I travel all around the world on a cardboard sheet assembled by human beings. I go where I like and listen to whatever talk it interests me to hear. Thereafter, sticking out my tongue and fluttering my tail, I walk home self-composed, my whiskers proudly stiff.
I am not fickle, just looking for the most comfortable place.
I have acquired a certain modest celebrity such that, though only a cardboard craft cat, I feel quietly proud of myself. I sometimes appear on television, which is not unpleasing.
I catch no rats, and since I do not receive any especially nourishing food, I have not grown particularly fat. But I struggle on from day to day keeping myself more or less fit and, so far, uncrippled.
No one has yet named me, but as it’s no use crying for the moon, I have resolved to remain for the rest of my life a nameless cat in the house of this teacher.

by d-torso CAT (neko-dan)