Kittu thinks he deserves the best. |
“Owners of
dogs will have noticed that if you provide them with food and water and shelter
and affection, they will think you are god. Whereas owners of cats are
compelled to realise that if you provide them with food and water and shelter
and affection, they draw the conclusion that they are gods.” I came across those words of Christopher Hitchens
purely by coincidence and the very next thing I did was to search more about
Hitchens. The titles of his books like God
is not Great and The Portable Atheist
found me logging on to Amazon India to search whether the books are available.
Someone who
makes that profound observation about cats and dogs has a heart in addition to
a brain and hence tends to be worth reading. I know enough about cats and dogs
now to stake that claim. My brother’s dogs love me more than my own cat.
Kittu, my cat,
was abandoned by someone at my doorstep when he was just old enough to walk on
his own. He chose to walk into my heart with a grace and stealth which was so
feminine that I assumed that it was a female cat. When a friend of mine heard
me refer to the cat as ‘she’ he drew my attention to its nascent scrotum and
said, “Better. Otherwise you’ll have too many cats too soon.”
My friend
doesn’t like cats because he says they are heartless creatures. “When this
fellow finds a better place he’ll desert you, however much you love him,” my
friend warned me.
“Genuine love doesn’t
seek reciprocation,” I consoled Maggie philosophically when Kittu began to play
hide and seek with us soon after his scrotum bulged fully.
Both Maggie
and I are away from home for about 8 hours every day and Kittu is left outside
with ample food to eat and a lot of open space to wander about. He used to be
there in a yogic sushupti on one of the chairs on my front veranda when Maggie
and I returned from school in the evening. As soon as our car turned into the
home driveway, he would get up, stretch himself like a yogi doing the Surya
namaskar, and walk towards the car porch. He would accompany me, caressing himself
against my leg as I walked, enter the room even before I did and utter an
imperial meow that would send me grabbing at the packet of Whiskas, his
exclusive food. He would share my tea a
little later or wait for Maggie to prepare milk for him.
Soon he would
be in the garden envying the weeds that consumed all my attention. In short, he
was there where I was or Maggie was. That’s not the case nowadays, however. My
friend turned out to be right. Kittu goes missing every now and then especially
in the evenings.
The other day
Maggie scrambled an egg when she was in a mood to pamper Kittu. He loves eggs
scrambled without any ingredients, not even the common salt. When he ate half
of the thing, he heard some sound from a distance. He stopped eating and started
running. Maggie called him back but he did not care two hoots for her.
Later I learnt
that the sound was of a female cat. Rather I learnt that there was a female cat
in the neighbourhood.
“Didn’t Jesus
say that when a person grows up into adulthood he or she will leave her parents
and live with his or her partner? Kittu has grown up.”
Kittu has
nearly converted our house into a langar
where he drops in whenever he is hungry. His Whiskas, fish, milk, eggs, etc
wait for him as always. Kittu has taught me that genuine love need not always
be reciprocated. Especially when a god – I mean, cat – is concerned!
Interesting to read about Kittu.Realy he is a God capable of bringing joy and happiness in your life.
ReplyDeleteToday is holiday and he has not left home. So loneliness may be a serious problem for him too!
DeleteInteresting & Really Nice.
ReplyDeleteGlad you liked it.
DeleteSo nice to read :)
ReplyDeleteThank you for saying that.
DeleteNice to go through your experience with your cat, interesting one.
ReplyDeleteGlad you found it interesting.
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