At present I have 6 Cats (including Kittens). One, a Lovely, Friendly, and my Favourite one, has disappeared, most probably killed and eaten by some locals, for whom it is a common practice for Free meat. Very Sad, and all that.
Coming to today’s topic, this Orange Friend of mine and the Hero of this little story, is an Oldie, having difficulties even in chewing.
This little fellow has to be fed separately.
( Forgets platters and things; if given on those, they will sportingly overturn them and eat off the ground. Must be having stomachs lined not with the proverbial cast iron, but with Titanium, these Indian Cats! )
To come back, Why do I have to feed him by himself? He is quite a Big fellow!
If other Cats/Kittens come near his food, he moves off!
In the beginnings, when the Kittens were not there, he having added himself to our group, – I thought the reason for his moving off might be to avoid fights; he being quite old and all that.
But he moved off and made way even for month old Kittens!
Was/Is he doing that to make food available for the latter generations?
Your thoughts would be appreciated!
Cats, and Patricia, and a person called Haruki Murakami!
Light Visuals and Deep Thought.
As I had written to her:
EXCELLENT, my Dear Patricia! And the Cats giving the example, Magnificent! Kudos, my Dear!
Dear Mick has frightened me. From now I am going to write Only about, now what shall I write about, …got it, Stones. Dead Twigs, maybe? 🙂
…slowly, he inched his way along the ledge, his heart in his mouth. It was too late to even contemplate turning back now. The sun was sinking rapidly in the pale sky in front of him, dropping towards the distant plains that were almost hidden in the desert haze. It would be completely dark within the hour. For the first time, he knew real fear. He could never survive a night on this thin, narrow ledge – God knows, there was barely enough room to stand and almost nothing to hold on to. It was inevitable that he would slip off at some point. Even now, there was a thin skin of ice on much of the surface, and the terrible cold would descend as soon as the sun disappeared.
Gritting his teeth, he edged towards what looked like a slightly better foothold, and cried out in sudden terror as his foot…
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So You thought Your Cat slept quietly at the Foot of Your Bed? Revelations through the modern technologies! GPS speaks!
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For that We have to consider the Cat! I love Animals, even Buffaloes, though I would request You Not to tell me to Prove my Love for them by Kissing the Proverbial Frog. Dogs I find Noisy, and I do not have the facility nor time to give them Exercise. So Cats.
Now My Cat is allowed the Run of my Mother’s room, but Not mine! My Room, serving as Three Quarters of the Ashram’s Store, is chock full of things, and My Cat has toppled too many things the few times he/she has been In.
The Thing is, If I say ‘Shoo,’ he/she very Dutifully Dashes Out. Unlike the Bally Cockroach! You try to chase this, and Whirrr, it has flown to Just the spot that is Unreachable. And if We say, ‘Let the fellow be,’ he/she munches on paper, wants to have a taste of Your Coffee, and what not.
To me, Squelching a Cockroach, and Getting On with Life, is the Real thing. So thus far, We have come from Cat to Cockroach!
I have the same approach to Snakes and things. I try to push them out, but, lacking all those special ‘Tong’ like things that they use in National Geographic and Animal Planet, if Mr/Mrs Snake refuses to leave, Even if it is confused about the exit points of my room, I send it to the other world. I do not want the Snake to play Hide and Seek like this good Doggy here, having left its tail out just that bit, and turning back and biting whoever stepped on it.
Image from Bored Panda in Facebook.
[In our country Snakes are also known to creep under pillows; on to the beds, and nuzzle up to Sleepers. When people turn over and the Snake feels the pressure, it shows it Ire with a Bite.]
Tigers. I am asking You, When the World did not come to a Stop when the Dinosaurs died, Why should it if the Tigers do? Hundreds of Hectares are allotted to these, and People are Simply told to Vacate! The govt says You Go, and You Goeth!
There is Enough Land that Can and Should be developed into Forests, (from Scratch), but that the govt will not do. The Donor agencies, the IMF or something, will make it a clause that there be ‘Tiger Sanctuaries,’ and hey presto, Out People Go. This happens! As to one of my Friends, Mr. TM Devdan.
And Animals go on the Rampage. The govt cares two hoots. People, particularly Farmers, Whole Families of them, commit Suicide, as their means of Livelihood is lost.
If We think of the Population Density in India, the idea of Allocation of Such Huge tracts of Lush areas for animal conservation simply Tires me.
Yes, We Should Keep Our (Human) Population under Wise Limits. (Even the catholic church says that!) Yes, tigers are magnificent beasts. But is not a buffalo also one such?
Whether it is a question of Ahimsa, Respect, whatever, Why are Tigers, etc, to be Preserved, and Microbes, Bacteria and Viruses to be Destroyed?
If it is to be a question of Conservation, Are We going to Save and Preserve, Alive, the last few Millions of Mosquitoes?
Julie should not have tried to kill the cockroach with her Shoe while it was on the Dining Table! She should not have tried to squelch the Dear thing On the Dining table! But She was Right in Trying to Kill it. …….Let Horse Sense Prevail!
Let us say somebody takes his Cat or Dog, or who knows, Ass, to the Vet for a routine checkup. And the Wise man says: “Prepare yourself. your animal has only a few weeks to live. Now pay up 50 dollars.”
They pay up the money without a second thought. But that is Not the point. They drop everything they are doing to BE with the precious creature, who has been with them for 8 years, or 9 or 10 or 11, as the case may be. They take Leave from their Jobs to Cook and Care for it. They even send off their Wives and Children to Timbuktu, as they would be a Hinderance and a Bother.
Then they sit down at their computer, typing One-handedly, (One hand on the animal’s head, see?), Very Broken down, as their animal says, “What a Loving Master I have!” They write 50-page Odes and Paeans to the Animal; tear it up, (You can’t do it on the comp, of course, …figuratively), and phone up Shakespeare to complete the Job.
Because You see, it was the animal which had brought them up, wiped their butts and sent them to college and prepared them for life and livelihood. Their Parents? Oh, they had just been a Bother.
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