Kelsey

“What was Nana like when he was little?” “I found him when he was a grown cat, so I don’t know what sort of kitten he was. I wish I could have known him then. I’m sure he was adorable.” You’re right there. My level of cuteness when I was a kitten was such that passersby vied for the privilege of leaving me a little something to eat.”
― Hiro Arikawa, The Travelling Cat Chronicles

“But by degrees the flood of music drove all speculations out of his mind. It was as though it were a kind of liquid stuff that poured all over him and got mixed up with the sunlight that filtered through the leaves. He stopped thinking and merely felt.”
― George Orwell, 1984

“However, I’m a grown-up cat and I restrained myself, so, everyone, feel free to shower me with praise.”
― Hiro Arikawa, The Travelling Cat Chronicles

“It was a real problem that time,” Satoru said. “A sparrow or a mouse I could bury in the bushes next to the apartment building, but something the size of a pigeon, that’s a different story. I ended up burying it in a park, and the only conclusion anybody who spotted me, a thirty-year-old man burying a pigeon, could come to is that I was a pretty dodgy character.” “There are more and more weird things happening these days, too.” “Right. Every time someone passed by, I would say apologetically, ‘I’m so sorry, but the cat did it,’ and they’d look at me really oddly. And wouldn’t you know it, that was the one occasion Nana wasn’t with me.”
― Hiro Arikawa, The Travelling Cat Chronicles