The following day, I was at home writing on my typewriter.
The noise echoed around the area.
“Nyanko-san, that machine is impressive ~.
Please let me borrow it~.”
Aurene seemed interested in the typewriter, so I decided to let her borrow it and paused the work I was doing.
“Ahaha~! This is fun~!”
Aurene was writing an observation journal about me.
The yawns I unconsciously did, the tail swishing (when I’m angry), etc.
Why are you writing all that nonsense down?
Satisfied with the results, she removed the typed paper and went to show it to Grandma Sylph.
I resume writing.
I’m writing my memories of the days I spent with Nell.
Her mother was angry at her for entering the forest without permission. When she bought chicken meat, which was too heavy, Mac-kun helped her out. When she played ball with Siam-chan, and she nursed me back to health when I had a cold.
It is mainly due to Nell that I can live in a world that makes no sense to me, and I’m discouraged even in my cat form.
She is a warm person who always praises me without hesitation.
I was a 41 years old man, and being comforted by a 4 years old kid at that time was strange in today’s society.
It was inevitable. I missed people.
In this world, I had no family, relatives, friends, or acquaintances.
I’m grateful to Nell.
I’m going to write this down.
When she is older, I will hand her this writing.
“Woow! Aurene, what a wonderful read!
It’s as if Bastet-sama is right in front of me!”
“I’m proud of my work~.”
…While someone reminisces, the fools outside are making a lot of noise.
I’m a cat, not a person.
Yay! It’s back. Please don’t leave it alone for months – chapters are too short!