Every since my kitten deserted us in search of better world, we have been rather lonely. We talk of her ways and her many tantrums and her moods but our efforts to locate her has been futile so far.
On a Sunday a few months back when I was busy doing my cleaning chores kind of trying to make the house a home sort of I had a little visitor who came in and hid beneath the cot.
She wanted food and water and was pukish. After feeding her I returned to work and found her missing. But then she started visiting me in the mornings every day with a few of her other friends for food and water and some times milk.
Mornings are now time for some hectic mewing with three cats asking for equal attention and food.
Perhaps this is how its is meant to be. Not ours, yet ours in some way, is it how everything is rather?
Maybe, maybe not!