The cat came back, the very next day

Last night as I was walking past the first house on the street I live on, I saw a cat. I know that's not really so exciting, but this was actually the first cat I'd seen in Japan so I was slightly surprised. I kissed to it but it ran off, so I just kept walking, not really thinking much of it. Then this morning as I walked past the same house I saw a little old woman holding a box. The box was filled with bright yellow blankets with ropes tied around them and sticking out of the blankets was the cat's head. Don't worry, the cat was alive, but it was very tightly bundled and I was very confused as to why the woman would be carrying a bundled cat down the road. We were both walking in the same direction and I kept glancing over at her to see what on earth she was doing. I was afraid she was going to leave the poor cat tied down on a street corner or something. We both headed into the park and she walked into a big field, still holding the cat. As I paralleled her on the path I was walking on, she stopped in the middle of the field, so I stopped too. She put the box on the ground and I held my breath, sure that she was going to turn around and walk away... but she didn't. Instead, she lay down newspaper, took off her shoes, and sat down next to the cat. The woman had brought her cat out for a sun bath in the park; it was possibly the cutest thing I've ever seen. Even though Tokyo is very different from my home, there always seems to be something here that makes me smile.

picture of the lovely park shown below: