When I visited my family in Japan, I heard that Chatora died after I moved to Sweden. Chatora was a small kitten when I saw him for the first time at my grandmother’s garden. I remember that he didn’t pee but played with sand in the litter box.

He was always with another cat. I think that was his mother. I understood that she was sick because she was skinny and her fur didn’t look good. But I couldn’t help her because she was very scared of people and didn’t let me touch her. On the contrary, Chatora was friendly to people so he became my grandmother’s cat. His life was short but I hope he had a good life.


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