Aya Takehisa from Japan I got a cat when I was a child on my way home from kindergarten. That cat was a member of my family for 23 years. When she died, our family was racked with grief, so we decided not to have any other animals. About 8 months later, I got a phone call abruptly from my mother when I was in my office. She said to me “I'm bringing a new cat, so you should come home early!” I was surprised because we had made the promise not to have any pets. When I got home, I met a pretty small cat, and I listened to my mother’s excuse that she knew the cat was an unsold one at a pet shop for about three months, and all its siblings had been bought. On that day, the small cat caught my mother's eye, and she bought it. We named the cat Momo, which means peach flower in Japanese. Momo is a mild and bashful cat, so sometimes we guess her character was formed during the time that she was left alone at the pet shop. Momo seldom came near people whom she had never met before. We decided to get a friend for Momo, so I adopted a small cat from my friend. We named the new one Yuri; it means lily in Japanese. Yuri is a very active and friendly cat, and she always follows and sometimes bothers my mother. She loves to play with us. When I play with Momo, Yuri always squeezes in. As a result, Momo becomes shyer; but she knows she is older than Yuri, so she licks Yuri on her sunny spot. They look like good friends at that moment. My
family has cats again, and we can feel peaceful and
at ease with them. Momo and Yuri have opposite
characters, but I love them
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