Kelsey

“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