Meow!

When mealtime comes, you appear out of nowhere.
Then, with those pleading eyes, you let out a sweet meow in front of your dish.
Yes, making your owner completely smitten is your specialty—because that’s just what cats do.

When I sit on the sofa, you trot over and curl up on my lap.
If I give you a little attention, you purr contentedly, snuggling closer.
I’ve long finished what I needed to do, but I don’t have the heart to move you, so I just sit there, watching.

The moment I start the vacuum, you dash away at full speed.
Apparently, that one time you got sucked up a little while hiding under the sofa left quite an impression.

One day, I heard my mother scream.
I rushed over to see what had happened—there you were, looking rather proud of yourself.
And in front of my mother… a frog.
Uh, yeah… I appreciate the thought, really.

Whenever my older brother comes over, you immediately disappear.
Because, to be honest, he’s terrible at petting you.
He thinks he’s being affectionate, but… it seems like a one-sided love.

There is a precious photograph in my childhood home.
My great-grandmother, smiling.
Me, as a baby, staring blankly.
And you, looking as sleepy as ever.
Many seasons have passed since then, and everything has changed, yet I still think of you sometimes.
Like how you used to always fight with the neighbor’s cat.
Or how, despite being a cat, you weren’t really that into catnip.
Just silly little things like that.

I wonder if talking too much about the past would make you worry.
Don’t worry—I’m doing okay, somehow managing to get by.
So, wherever you are, let out a happy meow again today!