Three-part series I cat 1/3

Sosuki, one of the pioneers of Japanese fiction, opens his novel with a decisive, meaningful, and intriguing sentence: "I am a cat, but I have no name yet." It is amazing to see the world from a cat's perspective, as he understands what is happening inside his master's house, criticizes his actions, and wishes he could advise him, but prefers to remain silent. He faces difficulties because he is a cat; children may play with him and grab his tail, or he may be punished for ruining a rug. That cat is cultured and has an opinion because he lives in a professor's house, while the black cat is his neighbor with a sharp personality similar to his master who pulls carts. Nothing is as difficult to understand as the complexity of the human psyche. For example, I don't know if the head of the house is angry or happy now. Does he read philosophy books to find the way to psychological comfort? I can't tell if he is indifferent to the world or if he wants to be part of it. Does he lose his temper over trivial things? Is he isolated in a different world from ours? We cats do everything clearly, whether walking, standing, sitting, or sleeping. Even urinating or defecating, our lives are real and clear records of what we do, and we don't need diaries hiding our true faces. If I had free time to write diaries, I would prefer to spend that time sleeping on the balcony.