The most fantastic cat
We had the most fantastic cat. I know you think your cat is fabulous. But really, it can’t be. Ours not only ate all but one of the rats, it sometimes brought a little tail or an ear as an offering for us. It had the most generous, giving heart.
She would wake me up on school mornings, by curling her warm body around my neck and make little purring noises in my ear. Then it did the same with my brothers and sister. A shower after that was necessary, because smelling like a street cat isn’t the best way to make friends. But cat smells aside, it was the loveliest way to start the day.
Then when we would come home, it would alternatively sit on our laps while we ate our meals or watched TV. It really enjoyed being cuddled when not hunting. It was hunting a lot though. For practice, it would sometimes sit on the top edge of the door, make a wild cat sound and pounce on any visitor that came through. Our neighbors thought our family was a bit cuckoo to be keeping this cat. She looked quite menacing with her black body and green eyes. Plus as indicated, she pounced on them, any chance given.
Our cat kept getting fatter and fatter with each passing day. I started calling it ‘fat cat’. ( we had never really given it a name). One day fat cat wouldn’t stop meowing. She just wouldn’t. If we left it alone, it would drag her fat self towards us and nuzzle against one of our legs.She kept inviting us back to her resting spot in the store room. So finally we followed her there.
She lay down in her usual resting spot and kept looking our way to make sure we weren’t going to leave her alone. Then feeling safe and loved, fat cat gave birth to two adorable kittens.
She was the most fabulous cat that ever lived.
( The good part of the story ends here, the sad part continues. Stop here if you like happy endings, continue if you don’t mind a little bit of reality)
Once the kittens were born, she let us hold them immediately – placenta and all. As they grew to be a little older, she went in full training mode and started to teach them hunt. One of the kittens died quite suddenly one evening. The cat was inconsolable. We thought we would bury the kitten for her, to take the pain away.
She cried for days, looking for her dead kitten. Finally our gardener suggested that we dig up the dead kitten and let the cat say goodbye to her in her own cat way.
So we unburied it. The cat sat with her for the longest time. Then using her mouth, the cat picked her dead kitten up by its neck and left.
She never came back.
Her other baby kitten, less than a month old, was left behind to take care of us.