"Miké's not eating?" "No, she didn't touch her food this morning. I bundled her warmly and laid her by the kotatsu to rest." Not very cat-like. They attend to her like a fellow human being.
On the one hand, in light of my own circumstances, I was a bit envious. On the other hand, it gladdened my heart to know that this cat, whom I care for deeply, receives such kind care.
"I'm concerned for her. If one doesn't eat, one's stamina only weakens." "That's the truth. Even you or I, after a day without food, would be fully listless."
The maidservant replies as though the cat is a superior being. It may very well be the case that, in this house, the cat is held dearer.
"Did you take her to the doctor?" "I did, but that doctor is odd. I took her into the examination room, and the doctor, asking if I'd caught cold, started to take my pulse. It's not me, I told him, setting out Miké on my knees, it's this one. He grinned and said when it comes to cats he knows nothing more than the next guy. He suggested I just let her be, that she'd recover soon enough. The man has no heart. I was upset and told him fine then, I've no need of his services. This cat is precious to us, I told him. I tucked Miké back into my kimono and took my leave." "Rightly done."
"Rightly done" is not something ever heard at my place. The teacher's whatever-it-was connection to Tenshō-in was evident in her words. I was touched by their elegance.
"She seems to be wheezing ..." "Yes, I'm afraid her throat is hurting her. We all too, when we catch cold, often end up with a cough ..."