The Kind Alien and Seven Generations of Cats
In the season of May,
Thanks to the warm and gentle weather,
I gave birth to my little kittens.
Deep within a sacred sanctuary
Where no one could dare intrude,
A kitten began to cry.
"Mom, I can't see anything!"
"Am I broken? Am I blind?"
"Oh, my sweet baby, you will open your eyes soon.
Do not worry."
The mother cat let out a heavy sigh,
Her whiskers vibrating with a restless tremor.
'Perhaps it would be better if they never opened their eyes at all.
How will my babies ever endure the summer stifled by humidity and mosquitoes,
And the ruthless, biting cold of the winter ahead?'
Before long, the four little kittens
Opened their eyes to the world.
"Mom! I can see the world now!
But there are these giant beings,
Massive aliens walking past us.
Who are these aliens?"
"Yes, they are the bad ones.
Don't you dare go anywhere near them!"
Still, the kittens played lightheartedly,
Running and jumping with all their might in their sanctuary.
"Mom, I'm hungry!"
"Just wait a little bit!
I'm going out to hunt.
Don't cry out just because you're hungry, play quietly here!"
Soon, the mother cat returned with a exhausted body,
Carrying food in her mouth.
But she took the first sweet bite all by herself.
"Mom, why didn't you give it to us first? Why are you eating alone? Bad Mom!"
"Hush, my daughter! Keep your mouth shut!"
"Hmph, I hate you, Mom."
Even before the height of summer had passed,
The mother cat kept bringing food,
And she still always took the first bite herself.
Then came a deep sleep.
Only the scraps of food were left behind.
We were so incredibly hungry.
"Mom? Wake up. Huh?
I hate you, Mom! Eating all the delicious food by yourself and falling into a sweet sleep?
Hmph, I hate you!"
The next day, the mother cat
Kept sleeping that deep, unending sleep.
Only then did the kittens realize:
They had become orphans.
And they finally understood the truth.
The reason she always ate the food first
Was to check if the food left by the aliens
Was laced with rat poison.
She sacrificed herself to test it before giving it to us.
Left without our mother, we spent
The burning summers and freezing winters shivering through the dark.
"Mom, I miss you!"
Before anyone knew it, this little kitten
Had grown up to become a mother herself.
'This won't do,' she thought. 'No matter how much I think about it,
We must find a kind alien so my own babies can be protected!'
And now, in the present, I am looking after
The seventh generation of this very cat family.
I say to them,
"Oh, my sweet little babies."
And the cats say to me,
"You kind, wonderful alien!"
The moment the heavy snow begins to fall outside,
They look out the window and whisper,
"Mom, I totally hooked a sucker!
Life is so good!"
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