Boro Baba's favorite past time...when he is not busy making Baby Babus.
Presenting Baby Babu’s Dad – Boro Baba. (Photo Credit: Tehzeeb Ali)
Mother Mongoose
Some cats – like most people – are born unfortunate.
Kitty was born small, weak and promptly abandoned by her mother. Cold and lonely she crawled behind a pile of logs dumped nearby. Living alone among the cold damp logs of wood, thrown carelessly at the back of our yard, she had nothing to eat, no where to go and no one to snuggle upto. And very little courage to venture out in search of the above three.
And into this scene of loneliness and deprivation – entered yours truely.
Baby Babu
Babushka aka. Babu. Baby Babu
This is Tehzeeb’s cat – Baby Kitty aka Babushka. Tehzeeb calls her Babu. Babu likes to pose. (Photo Credit: Tehzeeb Ali)
The Begining
Dedication: This post is dedicate to the tiny baby lizard who died today … when I accidently stepped on him.
This will trace the origins of my facination with cats and it probally should have come right at the begining of my blog. But then if movie makers have the artistic right to break out of form, as a student of Media and Communication, that also gives me the license to go about in random disorder with a utter disregard for chronology. So rewind back to the 90s, please.
Late 90s: I was thirteen and was having a good year with my guinea-pigs. The preceeding winter had been easy on us, and the guineas were all fat and cuddly. Spring was in the air and love was among my guineas and soon with the advent of Summer, we were ready to welcome six new additions to our Tribe. Baby guineas and all, that summer there were thirteen of us. Well actually fourteen, if you are ready to count me in as one large special guinea.
Cat Serenade Weather
Tonight is cat serenade weather. On beautiful nights, such as these, cats sit up on the high walls, cuddled up nice and comfy against a tree, and maow yaow their hearts out. I remember, my mysterious serenader back in Gulshan. A shadowy black one, I never did get to see his face. I just remember glowing eyes, a soft hint of fur and the somber maows of that one.
Katt (I have no better name to give him), was mournful. Its as if the soft wetness of nights such as these would bring out all the hopes and dreams of a lost love from within him. Katt would station himself right in front of my window to the north, and serenade me for hours. And huddled up under the blankets, all warm and cozy, I would listen to him and those wordless words of love and my heart would go out to him and his yearnings.
Pillu
Pillu conquering Efaz
This is my friend Efaz and Pillu. Efaz is lucky – he’s not even a cat and he gets to be on my blog. Pillu, on the other hand, is a fighter cat. He’s also on my “Top 10 Cats to Kidnap” list, along with Pika. Farshid is ok with it, as long as I make sure that Pika and Pillu mate. But my friend Kashfee warns me that mating a Pika and a Pillu would only produce an Efaz. Now Hmmm……
(Photo Credit: Farina Noireet)
White Zombie
Disclaimer: This post has nothing to do with music – be it metal, industrial metal, trash metal, goth metal, funk metal or death metal. This post is about a cat. He didn’t sing. He only stared.
Zombie, the white alfa male, failed at many things. He failed to pee enough to mark his territory, which was eventually over run by half a dozen other cats, a couple of large rats and a mongoose. He failed to keep himself sufficiently warm during the winters and in the end had to condescend to sleep in the cartoon box I loaned him. He even failed to keep his girlfriend, Brownie, interested long enough – Courage ambled along and effortlessly stole her away from him.
But Zombie was good at one thing. He was good at staring down cats – and from my own personal experience, people too.
Pika
Nothing like a tickle under the chin to bring out a smile
This is my friend Farshid’s cat – Pika. Pika likes to sit on Farshid’s newspaper when he’s reading it. She just knows that she’s a lot prettier than ugly newsprint. (Photo Credit: Kashfee Habib)
Monkey Misunderstood
Monkey lived with my aunt, Seheli Khala (SK) in Boston. He was adopted by SK’s youngest girl, Sabah, when he was about six months old. He was small, had the cutest way of looking at you with big big melting eyes and was brown (but then most monkeys are brown). However, Monkey was special.
You see, Monkey was a cat. And he had a BIG crush on me.
