“Madam! Madam! Wait! Wait! You’ve left your cat! ”
“What? I don’t have any cats. I hate cats! ” I responded shrilly to the watchman who was flagging me down just as I was leaving his building . I was already late and didn’t want to waste even a moment.
“But what is this? ” he asked me pointing to a mewling kitten that was wriggling from his hand.
“What ???” I screamed louder now, totally horrified that I was identified as the owner of a kitten?
“It came from your car!”
“My car? But I don’t even have a cat?”
“I don’t care !” he countered, “it came from your car. ”
All those who know me will know that by this time I was seeing red . I was .
I told him to keep the cat/kitten or whatever it was he claimed came from my car and sped off before he could open the door and shove the creature inside my car.
I have no idea of what happened to the kitten but when I came home I found out that a cat had littered in the bonnet of Hubby Dear’s Pride & Joy – our aging Premier Padmini.
This happened over twenty years ago when our building was infested with cats that littered in cars like mine. Since then our building has been sanitized and there are no cats. Thank God.
At least I thought so till yesterday morning when Hubby Dear discovered some paw prints on his Pride & Joy.
“Pug marks” squealed Wow Dinga and Little Po, excited at the thought of sighting an exotic wild animal in our building.
“Nonsense,” said Hubby Dear . “It’s that darned cat”. There was no pride and no joy. He was just visibly annoyed.
Earlier this year or perhaps it was late last year when a Good Samaritan began feeding all the cats in the neighbourhood. For some strange reason , out of all the buildings on the road , he chose our driveway or rather exit way as his contact point to feed the strays.
And, as is the case normally, in no time at all, the members of Stray Felines of Mumbai started squatting and making their own Permanent Establishments in the nearby buildings.Ours included.
And not only did they feed on the scraps provided by the Good Samaritan, they also began feeding on high quality cat food supplied by some Misguided Mothers who chose to use this opportunity to teach their little ones how to look after a ‘pet’.
Excuse me ! Aren’t pets meant to be part of your family, sharing your home and hearth?
I’m sorry, I don’t count feeding stray cats as caring for a pet .
To get back to the story of the Pug Marks . It turned out that Ms Stray Kitty had become Mrs Kitty and Hubby Dear’s Beloved Car had once again become a Maternity Home for The Fecund Feline on the Prowl.
And this was all thanks to the Good Samaritan and the Misguided Mothers who should have taken the strays to THEIR OWN HOMES!!!!!
After all charity begins at home.
Sharing this with Corinne’s #MondayMusings .
I extend my sincere apologies to PETA, SPCA, and all animal lovers, if their sentiments are hurt in any way.
This is not my intention. I just wanted to point out the inconvenience caused by someone else’s good deeds. Feed the poor animals by all means but why in my home ? Take them to your home and look after them.