Natsume's childhood & cat's perspective
"That child's name is Natsume Takashi, meow~" The white and yellow cat lay lazily on the edge of the box, half-squinting its beautiful blue eyes, looking in the direction where the child left. The setting sun dyed a few idle clouds on the horizon red, and the afterglow coated everything with gold, including the figure of the child leaving in a hurry, "What a strange guy, as lonely as me Well, I'm not relying on you. I'm just accompanying you, so I'm not afraid of being alone like you." The cat stared at the figure until it was out of sight, then retracted its white paws and leaned into the box. "It's not bad." There was straw laid by the child on the bottom of the box. The cat stepped on it with its paws and curled up into a furry ball with satisfaction and fell asleep. "You will come tomorrow..."