Memoirs dedicated to my cats
January 20th 2010 20:42
Well when most girls spent their childhood playing with dolls ( by dresing them up & organising a tea party), me & my sister were given tiny cars to race with each other but after a while we lost interst with toys & had this new passion: PETS. Ofcourse like most mothers, my mom said no as it is too much responsibility. When I was in fourth grade, my dad did bring us cute white rabbits but we didn't have a proper backyard with suitable shelter arrangements for this dessert climate and my dad had to take them back to the petstore.
Then one fine day when I was in eight grade, we heard this crying voice of some sort of animal (we thought it was a bird) crying desperately & continuously for 3 hours. WHen my mom went out to hang up clothes for drying, you won't believe what she found. 2 tiny cute liitle adorable kittens left in our backyard probably abandoned by its mother. We waited for hours for its mother to come & to take care of it but in the end we ended up feeding it from a container. Since it was really tiny unable to walk or stand, it couldn't feed from a container either. So we brought new feeding bottles form the pharmacy & thus began our relation with the kitty.
Six months had passed & they grew into beautiful cats. None of them were toilet rained so we had to keep them outside & fed them during their meal times. Since we sent them outside the house, we even tied two pieces of colored threads around their neck with the fear of their abduction by our neighbours. One of them learned to reply to whatever my mom said beautifully. We did figure out that the one who talked was a boy & the other on one, Diana was a girl. Our analysis was confirmed when at eight months, she gave birth to 3 dead babies. I still remember the tears in her eyes!
6 months later, Diana gave birth to 3 more kitties & eventually 2 of them passed away within a month & the one that survived was named pusson (from pussy!
). Pusson turned out to be a boy & was special in his own way. Unlike the others, it followed us around to the park or anywhere we went. Once it had pneumonia & the doctor said we shouldn't bath cats with water as it makes them catch cold easily!Now they are telling us that all our cats fell sick because we bathed & shampooed them!!One fine day it breathed its last & we found its carcase on our door steps.
..)... This one was the tiniest & presumably premature. It's survival itself was a miracle. Both Diana, its grandmother & its mother had abandoned it & we had to raise this one all by ourselves. This one never grew the expected height of even the short's cat. This one was toilet trained by birth. It slept with us, ate with us & was a part of all our hearts. It felt sick form time to time but it got cured. Its death affected us all. It didn't die of sickness as expected. One fine winter morning, the entire cat family was cuddled up in this vegetable carton & it probably died because it couldn't handle the weight of the other cats(specially maggi) above it. Our favourite one was squashed to death!!The other sister of those second generation four kitty litter also gave birth twice to 2 litter once & 3 the second time. The generations continued but all of them either died or are missing.
You have to understand in Qatar, there used to be stray cats all over & so it ain't easy finding the lost ones.
The current survivors: Maggi, its half brother & half sister, half sister's child.
Thus ends the unending story of our kitties.
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