There was pandemonium in the house a few months back. All because my dad walked into his bedroom and found 3 kittens snoozing blissfully on his bed.‘Big deal’ I can almost hear you say. ‘My pet rat/cat/dog/cow sleeps on my bed everyday’
True enough. But you see, the problem is we don’t have any cats in our house.
I honestly don’t know how these three calmly walked into our house, went up the stairs and waltzed into my parent’s bedroom without anyone noticing… But they did.
Anyway, I didn’t have the heart to chase ‘em out, so I brought them down and gave them to eat and deposited them in the garden. Unfortunately they didn’t leave. Months on, it looks like they have no intention to either.
My love for animals is one of my weakest points. For the longest time (till about I was 10 I think) my secret ambition was to work in a zoo. (I’m dead serious!) It just takes a lovely melting brown-eyed look from a dog, and I am as malleable as my mother’s rotti dough. There just is something about the way a cat gently places its paw on your hand or the way a mute dog has implicit, blind faith in its owner isn’t it?
They’ve grown in leaps and bounds from this,
a little furry thing big enough to sit on my hand to this.
This guy is a serial heart breaker.
He has a roving eye and penchant for young women. He’s the only one who puts up with the cuddling and being passed on from one hand to another. Methinks he actually enjoys it. A friend who dropped in last week was quite alarmed at first when he bounded onto her lap and then proceeded to fall asleep on her chest. But like every other susceptible female who enters my house, she too succumbed to his kitten-ly charm and wanted to take him home.
“Don’t wake me.. I’m working’
This one has a fetish for feet.
Big feet, small feet, smelly feet, old feet – she loves ‘em all. You can almost see her little cat mind work when someone walks in: ‘Aha.. feet! Gotta have ‘em’. She literarily hurls herself at people’s feet and starts playing with them in the most bizarre manner possible. You’ve got to see it to believe it.
This is the third one. She’s the calm sedate one. Hates getting wet. Meows only when meowed at. Yowls only when hungry and always obliges me with pictures. She also plans to try out for America’s Next Cat Model.
Thinking deep thoughts.
More deep thoughts.
Haha. Such a poser.
My family’s got accustomed to them. Just yesterday I walked in on my mum talking to them in the kitchen. “Then you add the chillie powder… and just a pinch of pepper. Not too much ok? We already added a lot to the sauce.”
The mama cat also walks in occasionally for a quick catnap whenever she feels like it.
So it’s basically a bed and breakfast cat-hotel of sorts now. She also brings various amorous cat lovers who serenade her from the ‘biling’ tree. Not so cool.
Its evident they’re here to stay. It’s been more than a year since I’ve taken on any animals after my cat died. I’ve decided not to get attached though. It hurts less that way in case something happens.
Its kinda nice though having a pet again. Even as I type there’s one sleeping on my lap. (Yes, you’re right. It’s the male one.)He’s curled up in his adorably weird way, all warm and comfy and is purring like a lean, mean purring machine.
Looks like I’ll be here for some time until he decides to get up.
Ps – Yes. I’m fully aware that I have just done a post entirely on cats. Perhaps quilting patterns tomorrow maybe?