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My Experiences With Cats: Part 1

Discussion in 'Snippets of Life (Non-Fiction)' started by Tamrakshar, Sep 7, 2024.

  1. Tamrakshar

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    Some people love cats, while some despise them as if they were untouchables. I know of a Bengali jounalist who had 17 pet cats in her house (the number might have increased manifolds by now). Just imagine the scenario when she enters her flat. Surrounded by cats: here a cat, there a cat; everywhere a cat cat; here a meow, there a meow, everywhere a meow meow. A cat on your lap, while a cat on your hat. A fat cat, a bony cat, a sable cat, a tabby cat and whatnot! Personally, I have nothing against them, and at the same time, I have no fascination for them either. Let me tell you a few experiences of mine with this feline creature.

    My mother used to hate cats as much as a pious Muslim hates eating pork. In my childhood, I always wanted to have some animal as a pet in my house. I loved watching them. My first choice, though, was a dog. Once, a bitch (literally so) gave birth to six snowy healthy puppies. Two of them died, while the other four survived. All the children in our locality adored them (if you don't love a puppy, I am afraid, you must be heartless), but no one was ready to adopt any of them. However, I was eager to adopt one. When I raised the issue with my parents, my father had no objections, but my mother dug in her heels. The reasons: it would make the house dirty, it would not survive without its mother's care, and most importantly to her wild imaginations, it might bit us. She told me stories about dogs who bit their owners to death before eventually eating them.

    When my first application was rejected, I was disheartened a bit, beacuse I, indeed, loved one the pups and was almost sure of adopting him, but I filed my second appeal. What about a tiny little kitten? A fluffy furball? It would not be ferocious, and it would be easier to manage. I vouched that I would clean the mess, it might create. But, my mother said she read somewhere that the hair of a cat could cause a deadly disease called diphtheria. So, she sneered at my proposal, and the left the room in a pet. She had lot of objections towards adopting birds as well, but somehow I eventually managed to adopt a bird. I will tell you about that story later.

    I strongly doubt about the concept of karma, but there were some strange occurrences with my mother regarding cats and dogs, where some diabolical mind might infer that she paid for her karma. Let me first tell you about the incident involving dogs.

    My mother hated dogs to the extent of having them in her house, but not to the extent that she would deny the poor creatures of the leftovers of our meals. There was a dog, whom she herself named as "Blackeyes" because of the black stains around her eyes, who used to eat the leftovers which was thrown away towards her. As it became a regular wont, she would come early, and wait for mom to come out to the kitchen veranda to throw the leftovers.

    One day, we heard her fearful screams after dinner. When we rushed to the spot, she told us that Blackeyes had bit her. When we enquired further, we came to know that while she was throwing away the leftovers, Blackeyes, who might have been starving for want of food, in her desperation to grab some grub, jumped and took the food directly from my mom's hand. In the process, my mom got a tiny little cut in her right forefinger. There were a few droplets of blood.

    My mother was a kind of hypersensitive person, and she took no time to raise a hue and cry. She was sanguine of getting rabies. She was so pessimistic that she thought that she would eventually die a painful death. Though very rational, my father was not a man of science. He didn't know much about rabies. So, being very scared, next day, as the incident happened at night, and we all had to bear with mother's wailing and forebodings about her imminent death, he took mother to the local hospital.

    Fortunately, the doctor was a sane guy, and he asked whether the dog that bit mom was a healthy one or a sickly one. There was no reason to believe that the little bitch, which was around one year old, had any symptoms of being rabid. Hearing that the doctor advised dad to keep a close watch on that bitch. He told dad to inform him if that bitch showed any signs of ferocity or any abnormality. Meanwhile, he administered a Tetvac and told mom to chill. The dog stayed healthy and this story ends here. But, the agony of my mom with domestic animals didn't end there.

    A few years later, we went to the Gariahat market, which was renowned for being the best apparel market in West Bengal, for puja shopping. Durga puja is the carnival that the Bengalis enjoy most, and they save throughout the year to indulge in a shopping spree for this occasion. I didn't have much interest in buying clothes, but my main attraction for these going-outs was food. Being a gourmet, some people had sometimes accused me of a being a gormandizer, unjustly though, my sole concern was food. So, when we were done with buying my yellow baggy t-shirt and blue jeans, I lost all interest in the purchase of my parents' clothes.

    It didn't take much time to buy my father's attire, but my mother, being very finicky about her dresses, took eons to choose her saris. She visited two renowned shops without much success, and eventually we were in the third shop. By that time, it felt like angry rats were marching in my stomach, and even each second passed seemed epochs to me. I was praying to God to end my ordeal soon. My father, too, had had enough, and when he pressed her to choose from that prestigious shop and that too quickly, finally, she had to submit, but with a lot of grudges. She wanted to see more. Father consoled her by saying that he would bring her here in Christmas again.

    At last, we came out of the shop, and my father asked me the question which I had been longing to hear. It was about the food, but he told me to choose something that would not take long to prepare, as it was by then quite late. I had had heard of a food shop named Beduin, which was famous for its rolls. It was famous because their cuisine was exquisite: they added boiled potatoes mixed with special masalas in their rolls, making the taste awesome. At that time, and even nowadays, other shops added only cucumber, onion and few sauces in their rolls. No wonder whosoever had tasted Beduin's rolls had praised them wholeheartedly. I, too, had heard it from my friends, and I had no difficulty in suggesting that we should get 3 egg rolls from Beduin.

    Beduin was not a permanent shop situated in the market, but it was temporary stall near the footpath. As it was famous, there was quite a throng near it. We ordered 3 egg rolls, but there was already a queue, and we knew we had to wait. While we waited, we had been constantly jostled by the great crowd which gathered for puja shoppings. My father never liked hustle and bustle, so he gave mother the money and took me to a relatively less-crowded place. While we waited, we suddenly heard a scream from a womanly voice, and the voice seemed a bit familiar to me. I thought my dad, too, had the same line of thought as he asked, "Did your mom scream?"

    We were just 10 meter away from Beduin, and it took no time for us to reach there. We asked mom whether she screamed, merely hoping that the sound came from somewhere else. But, when we looked at her face, it was full of tears, and she told us,

    "It bit me. I am going to die."




    Final part on next Saturday
     
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  2. umaakumar

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    Dear Tamrakshar,

    Good day. I am glad to hear from you after a long time.

    Waiting to hear more about your mother and what bit her.

    I come from a family of animal lovers. My Mom too disliked dogs. How we had dogs and cats at home is a story all together.

    Even today I would love to have a pet, but I am not able to because I travel a lot.

    Regards
    Uma
     
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    Dear UK,

    Thanks for your comment on my blog. I hope you are doing well. Final part of my story will be published soon, but it will be also interesting to know your story as well. You write well. Why don't you write a blog?
     
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    I love in general all animals both wild and tamed.
    As a school boy I loved cats a lot. Even stray ones, I used to steal milk from kitchen and offer it to cats that visit our home.
    One day I saw dull lit kitchen corner six kittens in our huge copper broad based wide mouth vessel and their mother guarding them at close proximity.
    I was to light the charcoal oven and needed to take charcoal stored from that copper vessel. I had a hard time until mom came to gently pull out all six kittens. The mother cat picked kittens one by one and shifted nonchalantly to another safe place. Mother cat & None of us including my younger sister aged 8 or 9 were bothered or perturbed of our mutual presence.

    I am reminded of movies especially the villains carrying & cuddling eerie looking black or icy-white robust cats. It reminds me the macabre Hollywood movie OMEN & and the lady carrying a jet black green eyed staring healthy stout at.
    When cats chasing rats it is nice to watch. Once at our kitchen a trap was set to catch a rat that was troubling. A rat trapped in it, and mom wanted trapped rat to be freed from the tight trap and she took it away from home. Just then two cats sensed a good feast in the offing. I followed mother. We went to a nearby school play ground. The cats were following us. Besides two cats, a group of crows too sensed their pray and hovered around us.

    When mom pressed the handle of trap door gently, the rat sensing danger ahead preferred to remain within trap. Mom shook the trap vigorously that impelled the rodent to eject out. It came out in a projectile path and then experienced the the tight grip of one of the cats that dived across. It was scary to see rat dangling and struggling in the mouth of a cat while crows hovering around it at a distance.
    When they all disappeared from our sight, mom & I had a sigh of relief.
     
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    @Tamrakshar,

    I read with keen interest your narration of your experience of seeking to raise a pet and your request for a dog and cat were turned down by your parents but a request for a bird succeeded. It is unfortunate that your mother's fear for dog materialized in the form of Blackeye biting her in the process of taking the food directly from her hands. The fear of rabies is understandable especially if Blackeye was a street dog which was never vaccinated for rabies. I am glad your mom was okay.

    I couldn't wait to read the second part and I hope it wasn't another dog trying to take the eggroll away from your mother's hand.
     
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    Dear Thyagarajan,

    It's always nice to be enriched by the snippets from your vast experience, Sir. I didn't have the opportunity of observing a cat catching a mouse in real life. But, I saw some fascinating encounters between a cat and a dog. What have we generally seen, a cat always being chased by a dog? But most of us haven't seen the end. If the dog, or for that matter children, managed to corner the cat, absolutely the reverse happened. The cat took the role of the aggressor by raising its hackles, showing its teeth and claws. Most times, I noted that the dogs came off worse, and moved away. Only once I saw an alpha-male dog went to attack the cornered cat, and he got the lesson of his life. In a fraction of a second, the cat hit the face with its paw, and vamoosed in thin air.
     
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    Dear Viswamitra,

    Thanks for your comment, Sir! Knowing that you are a dog-lover, and I know you had to suffer a loss in few months ago when your beloved pet Orion died, I have been expecting your feedback. The final part is almost ready. It's all about my real life experiences. I hope it will be worth-reading.
     
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    Dear Tamrakshar,
    I have seen both cats attacking and eating rats and dogs attacking cats. Both are not pleasant. I am glad you have not seen it.
    I used to live in Palakkad. We use to have a few stray cats, which I used to feed. Most of the times, when these cats litter, the kittens would follow their mother to eat. The kittens were a lot of fun.
    Once a cat, I called her Rainbow, brought her kittens. They were all playing around. Suddenly a pack of dogs jumped over my compound wall. All but one kitten escaped. The dogs ate the kitten.
    I was very sad. But that is the way of survival.
    Regards
    Uma
     
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    Dear Uma,

    Thanks for sharing your experience! Indeed, nature can be very cruel. However, I have got good nerves. I don't get disturbed by gory wild life videos. Because violence is normal in nature. Non-violence is rather something unnatural.
     
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    Hello @Tamrakshar
    The way you presented the content made reader curious to know what next.
    I made a attempt of poetry about scenario you gave
    My advance apologies if any thing went wrong
    Please accept that before you read my feedback.
    I guess I didn't cross the content beyond you have mentioned.
    Here I am with my poetry :-

    Hey Dog don't come here for fodder
    It's all because of you we had bad encounter
    Go anywhere,I will ignore you if I find you later
    Why do you rudely stare?Step back !!!
    You know I am a pet lover
    Regarded you as a family member
    I asked my mom to be your care taker
    Now here it comes,Why did you hurt her?
    From this moment don't torture her
    Hey Dog, don't come here for fodder.

    Why do you turn your head,look here,
    You made a blunder
    How can you enter my home ?
    I have no power
    You may feel my words bitter
    I have no option except to obey her
    It's her order, don't bark and call her
    Hey Dog, don't come here for fodder.

    She looks scared when you are around her
    She can't trust you anymore and I can't make her to suffer
    I respect my mom and I love her
    I'm here today,it's all because of her
    Go from here, don't expect any forgiveness from her
    Hey Dog,don't come here for fodder.

    Hope you like it.
    Regards
    Ratna
     
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