A Cat Comes Calling...
It was just another evening, i was whiling away my time in front of the TV, mindlessly watching some random program...when i heard my 'pet/stray' Raven calling out...yeah, actually, he does let me know, by cawing very loudly, when we have visitors/stray dogs, whatever...Whoever said that only dogs can play the role of guards...
I go out, expecting to shoo away either the raven or the dogs, whoever seems more agreeable to listening to me...the shooing away is always a game of egos for them, i think...for they refuse to budge and try to shout each other away...But, lo and behold what do i see when i step out, a stray cat, with endearing eyes and lost looks...I have had an affinity, and undeniable love for cats somehow, not the Persian variety but the stray ones...and to think that this little cat wandered to our house which is generally the home turf of three regular stray dogs, a couple of ravens and a few squirrels, all of who try to protect their territories fiercely...
Just a lost little cat, which came looking for someone or something, but brought back so many memories for me...memories of all the cats and kittens which i had petted over the years. All of them, had come into my life like this lost little one...some had kittens while they were with me, some brought their kittens home...
Those lovely little bundles with naughty antics and sparkling eyes, how it broke my heart to leave them every time we moved houses or places...how practicality won over each and every time...Over the years, so many of them in so many different places...My family teased and called me the 'cat-woman', because within a few days of our moving to a new place our house would have these visitors, who would first make tentative appearances, and very soon, would become the center of my days' activities...
Each different in it's own right and each touching my heart in it's own unique way...and each one leaving me teary-eyed the day we had to move out...Somehow, the same bond has not developed with the stray dogs that are a part of our house now, i wonder why?
The lost little cat is looking at me, and i can feel the tug at my heartstrings. I have half a mind to pick her up and get her into the house...to 'smother' her with love, as my daughter says...I pause and think of the three stray dogs and how they may harm this little one, if and when they see her at home...I see the raven perched on the tree waiting expectantly, gauging my reaction...I look at the cat with its doleful eyes...my heart misses a beat...i hold my breath and shoo the cat away...She runs off disappointed, turning back once to give me a look, before she climbs over the ridge...I look to see the raven, he seems happy now, i can see the three dogs, sauntering up the road, unaware, thankfully of this little cat which came a-calling...Once again practicality wins, once again, i have to let the cat go...
I go out, expecting to shoo away either the raven or the dogs, whoever seems more agreeable to listening to me...the shooing away is always a game of egos for them, i think...for they refuse to budge and try to shout each other away...But, lo and behold what do i see when i step out, a stray cat, with endearing eyes and lost looks...I have had an affinity, and undeniable love for cats somehow, not the Persian variety but the stray ones...and to think that this little cat wandered to our house which is generally the home turf of three regular stray dogs, a couple of ravens and a few squirrels, all of who try to protect their territories fiercely...
Just a lost little cat, which came looking for someone or something, but brought back so many memories for me...memories of all the cats and kittens which i had petted over the years. All of them, had come into my life like this lost little one...some had kittens while they were with me, some brought their kittens home...
Those lovely little bundles with naughty antics and sparkling eyes, how it broke my heart to leave them every time we moved houses or places...how practicality won over each and every time...Over the years, so many of them in so many different places...My family teased and called me the 'cat-woman', because within a few days of our moving to a new place our house would have these visitors, who would first make tentative appearances, and very soon, would become the center of my days' activities...
Each different in it's own right and each touching my heart in it's own unique way...and each one leaving me teary-eyed the day we had to move out...Somehow, the same bond has not developed with the stray dogs that are a part of our house now, i wonder why?
The lost little cat is looking at me, and i can feel the tug at my heartstrings. I have half a mind to pick her up and get her into the house...to 'smother' her with love, as my daughter says...I pause and think of the three stray dogs and how they may harm this little one, if and when they see her at home...I see the raven perched on the tree waiting expectantly, gauging my reaction...I look at the cat with its doleful eyes...my heart misses a beat...i hold my breath and shoo the cat away...She runs off disappointed, turning back once to give me a look, before she climbs over the ridge...I look to see the raven, he seems happy now, i can see the three dogs, sauntering up the road, unaware, thankfully of this little cat which came a-calling...Once again practicality wins, once again, i have to let the cat go...
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