Getting rid of cats back then was a common occurrence, not something that anyone would criticize you for. Maybe it was a stray we’d taken in that was now pregnant, and my parents felt they couldn’t care for it anymore. The house we lived in was a single-family home with a garden and plenty of room for a cat. Why we needed to get rid of it I can’t recall. When we were living in Shukugawa (part of Nishinomiya City, in Hyogo Prefecture), one day we went to the beach to get rid of a cat. But the memories that remain most vividly in my mind now fall into neither category they involve more ordinary events. And, as is the case with most children and parents, I imagine, some of my memories of my father are happy, some not quite so much. It’s only natural, considering that we lived under the same roof of our not exactly spacious home from the time I was born until I left home at eighteen. Of course I have a lot of memories of my father.
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