3ft Left 01 (2015/03/15) | Page 13

He was late to work for the first time in four years. His boss lectured him for fifteen minutes about responsibility and commitment to the company, and he didn’t even have the strength to properly apologize.  After work, he didn’t go to the bars. Instead he explored the garbage cans behind his apartment. Climbing through the filth, he burrowed for Kou’s body amidst the refuse. He found plenty of biological stench—rotten scraps of hair, meat and flesh, the skeletal husks of fish and a shiny tin can reflecting his distorted features back at him, but there was no cat. Just more garbage. Occasionally, he’d look up to see the open-mouthed glass face that led to his own apartment six stories up. However, there was too much garbage, and he could not rifle through it all. After an hour, he quit.  He’d only discovered how much of himself was missing.  That night he ignored Yuna’s calls as he wept into a bottle of sake and looked at photos of Kou buried in the bivouac of files on his laptop. He began vomiting before he reached the bottom of the second bottle and left a phone message at work to say he was sick. He knew his voice slurred into the machine, but didn’t care.  He woke sometime after noon, if it could be called waking without a meow expectantly demanding breakfast. He had thirteen missed calls, half of them from Yuna. He decided to see her after she got off work. The only other number he recognized was his brother Koji’s. The rest were probably calling to collect on his debts, as though he had anything else to give. The rest of the day, sobriety bled into his cerebellum as the toxins tumbled out his guts from both ends.  At 7:00, he finally set out to see Yuna. He didn’t know what he’d say, but he had to tell her that the cat she’d given him—the “rescue kitten” as she called it—was gone.  She’d cry when she heard the news. She might leave him. He might leave her. He just didn’t know what to think or feel.  On the train, he leaned on the handlebars like a gallows offering, swaying pendulously in the speeding stretch between stops. Elbows bruised his ribs as commuters fell into one another, strangers struggling to maintain their space as more people crowded on and jostled out at every station. Finally he reached his stop, and pushed his way past the throng of uniformed school children, salarymen coming off work, and unidentified scowls.  The walk to Yuna’s was only three blocks from the station, but the uphill slope sapped his strength as his pores wept beneath the oven of the summer sky.  When he finally got there and used his key to enter the building, he climbed another seven flights of stairs to get to her, and then, finally at the green-varnished frame of her door, just stood there. He didn’t know what he’d say.  She’d loved his cat, almost as much as he had. She’d even adopted Kou’s brother, a tabby from the same litter named Kiriko.  He knocked. Her voice greeted him first, and a moment later the door swung open.  “Ken!” she shouted, the surprise of her smile warm on her face, and then she saw his state and she cooled, tensing. “What’s wrong?” she asked, hesitantly.  He stepped inside her home, passing the threshold without another word.  Ken felt a furry head nuzzle against his ankle. A pang stabbed through him. Kiriko was so similar to Kou, but he knew the difference in the force, the purr, the movements of his cat.  Then he felt the second cat headbutt his ankle, its temple pressing into his leg.  “Poor Kou’s been crying for you since I picked him up. I got him when I went by your apartment the other day, and he was leaping up toward the open window to get at a bird. I didn’t want anything to happen, so I brought him here. You got my note, right? I left you a message,” Yuna said.  He looked at her, then looked down at Kou, nuzzling his temple into Ken’s ankle to proclaim “I love you.” The memory of important papers tumbling unread from his upturned table returned to him. He could curse himself, but he was too relieved.  Smiling as he looked back up at Yuna, he didn’t say a word. He just lowered his head, pressed his temple against her, and nuzzled.