Pet Class

About this story

I opened a kindergarten that only accepts animals as students. As winter approached, a calico cat came knocking. “Excuse me, I don’t have any parents—may I enroll?” “If not, I can be a security guard; my salary just needs one small dried fish.” “And if that still doesn’t work, it’s fine. I’ll sleep through the winter and it’ll be over.” Later, a little calico was always by my side. Wherever I went, plum blossoms bloomed.