Here is our cat, Ronin.
He is a male kitten who followed my father from the front of the village,
rubbing against his legs until my father said that if he wanted to live with us,
He should follow him. And so he did, and that's how he got his name, Ronin.
When he first arrived, he was two months old and a cute little kitten.
Nowadays, he is the most mischievous cat in the house.
Since we have to take care of him, we might as well put him to work by making
the main character in our picture books. Ha Ha Ha
