Town of Cats

While waiting for the last ferry to get to another island, I headed back towards the playground surrounded by pine trees (one of my favorite things besides sliced bread, and donuts and pancakes and ...) in Megijima. Blame my squirrel instincts for my penchant for pine cones.

As I was trying to kill time with a photo shoot of pine cones in ~*natural lighting*~, I spied a creature lurking in the distance from the corner of my eye. And I wasn't quite sure what to do when it started running towards me at a speed that compromises the island speed limit. It did not help that I was a surviving target/victim of copious sneak attacks by the friendly bookshop cat where I used to work. Since then, I have developed a slight fear towards skinny and agile cats.

I soon decided that it just wanted to be fed and is probably harmless. Unfortunately my lunch consisted of a can of royal milk tea so that was basically all I could offer. Strange enough, it attracted more and more cats as they came slinking out of the shade. All of a sudden, I was surrounded by cats waiting to be fed, as other festival goers looked on in curiosity. (Perhaps wondering the cats were part of the triennale – "これ私はフィード猫" artwork.) It was a strange experience as I have never once been surrounded by so many cats before and that almost got me into trouble.

I got so distracted by the cats – when I abruptly checked my watch, it told me that my ferry was about to leave the port. Panic-stricken, I left the cats and ran for all that was worth leaving them with what little I have and quite upset that I didn't bid a proper goodbye.

The look of abject disappointment

The look of abject disappointment


I thought about how I could have been left on the island with the cats and Murakami's short story 'Town of Cats'. I couldn't help but associate his works with the Japanese islands that I have visited as they give off the same sense of mystic as portrayed in Murakami's works (most of it accounting to the fact that I was by my own). I have read and reread the 'Town of Cats' a couple of times, and I love how it hits a poignant note about truth, loss and life.  I hope you will enjoy it as much I did.

When a vacuum forms, something has to come along to fill it. That’s what everybody does. / Haruki Murakami