The Silent Scream
This is Kitty again. Megan’s cat. He is screaming at Megan. She must have done something real naughty. (Photo Credit: Megan Marsha Barrokh Edwards)
A Day in Nemo’s Life- Pt 1
If Nemo was in the habit of maintaining a journal during the two short months that she lived with me in our Baridhara house, then an entry of an average day would look something like the following…
9:00: Wake up, yawn big and shake myself out of the closet
9:05: Jump up and down on sleeping Naomi and whine pitifully
9:10: Continue to whine pitifully and poke sleeping Naomi wiith nose
9:15: Scamper away just in time for the sleeping-mountain-of-a-Naomi to groan loudly and get up all grouchy and grumbling
Kitty
- Wha’sup?
Presenting my friend Megan’s cat – Kitty. He just likes to hang out. (Photo Credit: Megan Marsha Barrokh Edwards)
Nemo the Night-Crawler
Nemo’s day would begin when mine ended.
At 2 am in the morning, she would emerge from her room – my closet – where I had made a cozy warm corner for her to curl about in. Poking her head in through the door, she would saunter out lazily, stretching first her paws, then her back and finally her whole self until she was thoroughly awake. A slight shake and a small toss of the head – and she would be ready – as fresh as a newly minted penny.
Bochu
Slurp Slurp!
This is Bochu. My current favourite. She was adopted by my friend cum boss cum collegue Aneeka and LOOVES her favourite playmate - Ms. Coco – Aneeka’s dog. Her love for Coco makes her do foolish things. She followed the dog out to the stairs, lost her balance and fell right through the gap between the staircase, and landed straight on the marbled ground below. *Meouch!*
(Photo Credit: Aneeka Rahman)
Finding Nemo
Finding Nemo was the easy part. It was loosing her that was the hardest.
Nemo was found in Baridhara, right in front of my university. Ok no – that is the version I told my mother – The Royal Evilness. Nemo was found on a random street. This is what I told my friends and cousins. Actually the truth was – Nemo and her mom was found holed up in an abandoned building near a friend’s house. In a dog infested neighbourhood.
A Tale of Two Cats
This is the tragic story of Zombie and Brownie’s love.
That summer, when I was busy digging up the wilderness and pretending to be an archeologist, Zombie went away for a few weeks and ended up missing all the drama of Kitty and her eventual adoption by Mother Mongoose. But he came back soon enough and I found him sitting, waiting for his lunch one sunny afternoon – smugly self satisfied. Behind him waited Brownie.
