I was the youngest child of a poor Japanese family. Because of my ill health, I was sent to a priest home to be trained as a priest. I liked to draw the pictures of j cats. Although I obeyed all the rituals and i I rule of the priest home I could not stop I drawing cats. My teacher ordered me not to draw cats anymore. But I could not stop drawing.
At last, my teacher advised me to become a painter, not a priest. I planned to quit the place. Before leaving the teacher advised me to take shelter in small places and asked me to avoid big places.
I started my journey to the next village. I found a temple. It was covered with dust and cobwebs. I did not know that it was j the place of a monstrous rat. I entered in and saw walls which were empty. I started painting cats. When I felt sleepy I slept in a small room. After sometime hearing some sound I woke up. When it was morning, I came out and saw a big rat killed. Because of the pictures of the cats the big rat was killed. After that incident, I became a famous painter in Japan.
