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Kitty is back

Back from the boarding house and clearly proving our fears of being forgotten our dear cat, Messi is a bundle of nervous energy.

Running up and down the chairs and climbing the wall,to inspect the tube light which she had triumphantly brought down with a thud, and peering over the glass window, she presents herself to a ready audience as a woman of the house.

She runs to her table and sniffs for her food.

She checks on her toys and is overjoyed to find them intact.

She purrs at my daughter and allows to be pampered.

While we attack her with our anxiety to ‘see, it’s us’, ‘remember’, she prances around the place and reclaims her space with the eagerness of a squirrel+ a monkey + a puppy.

Messi, is clearly not a common cat, she is neither lazy nor lethargic.

She is a girl who loves to play and demands attention, well, wouldn’t she take after her humans? Purred I!

Not for her the lazing around

or gentle swishing of her tail.

Her ways are of the wind

Her meows angry demanding and questioning

Her tail a tool to test her own ability to solve a riddle

Her food is well, just food

Her interest in all things caffeine undeniable

In her kingdom she alone is the ruler

All others are her servile followers

Waiting for her with feverish passion and attention

Her humans are to her the ‘chief servants in residence’

As she quenches her thirst at the basins of wisdom

She allows others to applaud and cheer her living

If it is self-esteem, self confidence or self anointment

Learn it from Messi, who teaches it best by practice!


Kitty as the CCTV

I am not a great fan of constant supervision or surveillance, yet when my kitty runs around the kitchen keeping a sharp eye on my movements, perking her ears at the orchestra that I create in the morning frenzy, I kind of enjoy it!

I do kind of feel loved and cared for….And it is a happy feeling.

I guess that is what a pet does, with the attention that it gives to you.

When I emphatically declare that ‘see she loves me’, my mother cryptically replies, ‘So you think!’, rolling her eyes and turning up her nose. My mom is not a fan of cats, obviously!

Actually, I read that a cat kind of follows you if it likes you or if it thinks you are its prey!

Wonder what she thinks actually!

But whatever it is, the attention is welcome.

I love the fact that she runs to me with her toy with the expectation that I will play with her.

I like it when she paws me gently and waits for me to heave myself off the comfort of sitting and get up to play with her.

All my declarations of the kitty manifestation of love is dismissed by my ‘jealous’ daughter as figments of my overworked imagination!

Well, one thing I know for sure, if there was a way to download my kitty’s memory, images captured through her eyes, it would be an undeniable clue to the activities at the space, we call home and I would be the protagonist, maybe, maybe not!

Could it be that I am the villain???!!!


Kitty Times

Kitty goes to the doctor.

My daughter donning her caring sisterly avatar took the kitty for her vaccination but came back with her heart a little pinched, ‘mom’, she said,’ I can’t bear to see her like this’. The kitty who is ideally named Messi for her excellent ball handling, passing, goal posting skills has been at her quietest best. Suddenly, it is like the house has gone silent without her insistent meows and her requests to play and let her out.

Our mornings are ever more hectic these days and getting out of the house is a task in itself. For one thing, Messi senses exactly when we are about to leave but she is still a child and can be easily distracted. So we usually get a toy for her and then quietly slip out of the house.

Its painful to be alone at home so when we are back, she demands her due  by getting us to play with her, a meow here, a meow there for food, for some scratching or for some pampering. The other day when I sat down with my daughter next to me, Messi jumped right on to my lap as if asking for the same attention.

Ameena one of my former colleagues and an ardent admirer of cats once said, you have not loved fully till you have loved a pet… how true!