1.Story of two cats, male and female


They were just two cats. I rarely liked cats until that day. One fine day, they appeared outside our house as uninvited guests. I kept my kitchen door firmly shut to prevent them from getting inside. Even after two weeks, they remained near our house. Over time, during my spare moments, I began to watch them play in the open. To me, they seemed to be demonstrating a martial art like our Kalari Payattu. Both of them would approach from two corners, leap into the air, collide with each other, and fall down in a heap together. They repeated the same game every day. Slowly, I started liking them. I began feeding them kitchen scraps and leftovers after cleaning fish.

 

The he-cat among the two was very smart and used to eat more food, even what was given to the she-cat. Many days, she would survive on whatever he left behind. Whenever she approached her food, he would frighten her away by lifting one paw. Seeing this, I started placing their food in two different spots. But he would first eat her food and then come back to eat his own. This didn’t sit well with me, but despite everything, the two of them remained good friends. She had no complaints whatsoever and seemed happy just to be with him. They began waiting for food close to the kitchen door but never entered my kitchen. Sometimes, I would look for a small twig to scare them away, but the moment I started searching for my “weapon,” they would run off. Slowly, they won a place in my heart, and I began feeding them better food in larger quantities. With the good food, both of them grew up to be beautiful. The she-cat developed a very long and beautiful tail. Even our neighbors started talking about the beauty of her tail. Gradually, they gained entry into my kitchen too.

 

One day, I rushed out of the kitchen upon hearing my niece crying loudly, saying that the she-cat had fallen into the open well in our yard. Although the well was not very deep, I managed to rescue her in a small bucket. She was extremely tired and trembling, either from fear or from her wet fur. I tried to dry her by rubbing her with a cloth and warming her up by burning some newspaper pieces. I also gave her some warm milk to drink. The he-cat watched sadly from a distance. Even after a few days, there was no improvement in her condition. I felt really sorry for her and was deeply saddened. On the fifth day, when I brought her some food and milk at lunchtime, I found her in a pitiful state. Our beautiful she-cat had vomited several times and was looking at me painfully, unable even to drink the milk. Within a few minutes, I realized that she had left us for the other world. We couldn’t find her partner anywhere near our place.

 




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