Kandivli cat with personality
Settled (Photo courtesy: Aditya Rao) |
He loves warm places, the top of the
microwave, right next to the naked halogen bulb and underneath the blanket being
his favourites. He is himself always a little warm, like a satin quilt with a
hot water bottle inside in preparation for bedtime in the coldest month. Like a
dash of sunlight one morning after days of thick clouds and rain. That is
Duffer: my cat of close to six months now, my constant companion, the only subject
of my unconditional adoration.
Closer to camera: Duffer, farther: Raise (right) |
A through and through attention seeker,
Duffer’s feline instincts are fairly intact, in that, he still ventures to get
his own food – no matter where from. Our plates, the kitchen slab, the
refrigerator and window sills and grills being his chief climbing haunts. We have
probably raised our voices and even shooed him away, but the man persists. His resolve
has yet to be broken, and each day, when I return, I see him jump off one or
the other of his high resting places and sprint up to me at the door. He is not
a dog. He is not a donkey. He is not a bird. He isn’t domestic. Yet he doesn’t merely
tolerate the humans around him, he welcomes them warmly. He fools around. With them,
as well as food. He’s an instalment eater, but will wipe off every last remnant
of fish we offer him every once in a blue moon, at a go!
He has come to be my reason for getting
home. He has come to be never late for at least that one date every evening. He
loves bags. Chewing them up, or getting right into them. For that matter, he
loves narrow places. He’ll even get into the lamp shade at times!
I take care of him. Only just. He takes
care of me. In ways I could never imagine.
He’s the tall one. He’s the quiet one. He’s
the friendly type. He’s the asking type. He is never angry. He is scared of
crackers. Loves people most of the times. He seems a little high all the time. He
teaches me something new every day. He makes us laugh every day.
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