CAT-A-TROPHY

"A cat can be your friend but never your slave". True, isn't it. Her name was Boo, dont know why i called her that but the name somehow complemented her sweet and short appearance. The brown and white pattern of her fur was unique in its own way. She had two shades of brown precisely. The darker shade encircled her olive green eyes. I loved those eyes. They appeared golden when she looked at the sun.

I found her when she was very young, an infant to be precise, so helpless, the mother couldnt feed her presumably. As days went by, i watched her grow, never thought she would be so beautiful. I was the proud mother now! The funny thing about raising a cat, or any animal so to say is that they never really grow old like human babies and learn to talk and think and be vocal about their pain. They are like 'forever babies', only their instincts become stronger and you have to mold yourself to understand their ways of expressing fear, fun, happiness, anxiety, pain. But lets face it....who are we kidding? No human has time to notice their silly gestures that can make you laugh so hard that your stomach aches!!!

I would stay up all night when she used to fall sick. Its remarkable how we used to communicate without saying a word....a relationship so unconditional. It never mattered to her how i looked, if i was rich or handicapped for that matter. We just enjoyed each other's company and loved being together. She was my reason to come home at the end of the day despite all the disagreements between the members of my family. I never recieved a more warm welcome. People often try to find happiness, she was mine....amazing how easily i could be happy around her. I loved watching her gobble up her food and lick her own face with such delight. It satiated my hunger.

The house seems so empty without her. Its winter and i miss her cuddling up on my lap. Never made a difference to others though. I pity those who never found the peace when she would fall asleep in the arms with so much of trust in her touch. I miss the smell of her sun-burnt fur when she would stretch out under the sun. Sometimes she would call out and her 'meaow' ended in a yawn....that was her cutest act. I feel i will choke when i think of her ....it was hard to breathe when i buried her lifeless body. She was a part of my soul torn away. It was not her time to leave but destiny is always uncertain. I will always love her and i hope she will too. This piece is dedicated to my cat, my daughter as i called her....you will always be remembered.