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“Good Fortune came out unexpectedly from the artist's shadow (she had entered so quietly he had never noticed) and looked long at the picture.
"Miaou," she said, sadly turning to the artist. "Is there no room for me among the other animals, master?" she seemed to ask.”
When we were assigned The Cat Who Went to Heaven for 4th Grade English, I remember so very clearly my reluctance to read it, expressing with a firm resolve to our class teacher that it was boring. Yes, me, the avid bookworm said that. 😞 Not so easily swayed by my declaration, Mr.Y simply pointed his red grading pen at me, and gently chided me to read the book, otherwise I would not be prepared for the comprehension test we were going to be having soon. 😟
I don't think nine-year-old me still liked it or understood it better even after that fair warning. 😅
Twenty-seven years later, in keeping up with my tradition of reading the Newbery Medal winners, I re-read it.
Horn Book, one of the most distinguished magazines in the field of children's and young adult literature praises it as 'one of the thirty twentieth-century books that every adult should know.' I find that an interesting choice of words - how adults should be the ones to read this more than children; which certainly makes me feel a lot better for not being a fan of it when I was younger! 😆
Since it was first published in 1930, it is the timeless fable of how a little cat's arrival in a poor Japanese artist's home brings him good fortune when the village head's priest commissions him to make an exalted painting of the Buddha. The artist decides to paint the divine moment that captured the final moments of the exalted one, when all living creatures - humans and animals came to pay their respects and receive his blessings - except for the haughty and self-centered cat, who, according to legend, refused to accept his teachings and pay him homage. 😥
“Ah, the cat refused homage to Buddha," he remembered, "and so by her own independent act, only the cat has the doors of Paradise closed in her face.”
It is with a heavy heart that Good Fortune (yes, that is the name of the cat) woefully watches the artist breathe life into the animals in his beautiful painting - silently praising him for his wondrous talents and softly beseeching that is it not possible for the cat to be included amongst them? The housekeeper who brought this little spotted cat home, is helpless to soothe his heart, for how can she oppose the wishes of her master? Even when they observe how she 'often spent hours with lowered head before the image of the Buddha', almost as if she is praying to the Enlightened One'.
But, can the artist defy what is expected of him, knowing that by doing so it would anger the priest and have his work rejected and destroyed? After all these years of destitution and hunger, he could finally earn enough to quench the thirst of his heart, why risk jeopardizing his career to grant a minimal happiness to a little cat? 😟😟 Would you allow compassion for a voiceless creature to sway your heart - knowing, in your heart, that it is, perhaps because of their fortuitous arrival in your household and favorable warm wishes - fortune and blessings adorned your path?
“The scroll of silk seemed scarcely large enough to hold all those varied lives, all that gathering of devotion about the welling-up of love.”
It is a quick read, with each short chapter dedicated to the artist imagining the animals' relationship with thee Buddha - Prince Siddhartha, and how through their respective interactions captured the essence of man's virtuous nature. It is these lessons of life that one should follow to live an enriched life of humility and devotion. And with each animal that adorned his marvelous work of art, the cat's forlorn heartbreaking sorrow of being excluded continues to weigh heavily on the artist's heart, until he finally decides what he believes is the right thing to do - 'he did not regret what he had done - for so many days had he lived in the thought of love and the examples of sacrifice'. 🥺
The moral of the story is one that we should all learn from, once the tears in my eyes had dried up. Who are we to judge for past discretions - when it was not done unto us? What harm could it be to grant a small animal a slight chance of happiness to see them receive the benevolence of that unto which they have shown only respect. 🤍🤍 It is the miracle of kindness and acceptance that makes a believer out of those who witness one small cat's quiet plea to be seen and forgiven for a transgression not of their own doing - a merciful act of love, one of which only the Enlightened One could make his followers believe in again. ❤️🩹❤️🩹
Was it a more enjoyable read - all these years later? Well, I definitely understood it a lot better. 😔 As a cat lover, my heart wept for that poor little cat, each time those eyes silently praised and beseeched for a chance to be remembered - to be included. It reminded me of how in the story behind the origin of the Chinese zodiac, even there the cat was excluded - not worthy, not fit for belonging - when all he ever wanted was to belong. For its conclusion shows that there is no doubt that The Cat Who Went to Heaven would have her place to shine and belong among the blessed ones. 🙏🏻🙏🏻