Diary of Kurata- Translated by Hubrecht Arents (Dutch), Sir Terence Somerset (English)
千六百十年 七月 二十一日 1610, July 21st.
Maybe I should introduce myself? My name is Kurata Kanako. I live in Edo, my house faces the mountains. I doubt anyone will read this, what if? Here currently in Japan there are two kinds of people: the usual humans, the the nekomimi’s. If one of these white people are reading this, a nekomimi is basically a person, but they have ears of animals, as well as a tail. Most of the time they are of a cat’s, fox’s, or sometimes a wolve’s. I’m one of them, of the cat variety. In Japan proper, we aren’t really too welcomed in many ways. Right now I don’t exactly have the time to explain, I need to do some errands for my family. I’m writing this down because I can really. I feels better writing it down, having a chance of someone picking it up. There