Beware, The Ninja Cat – He moves when You blink!
(Video Credit: Onetimejoe)
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.
Liono aka. Garfield
Orange Liono
This is one of Tehzeeb’s three kittens – Liono aka. Garfield. This is before Garfield discovered lasagne. For FFF’s benefit, I shall publicly declare that I want something like this. (Photo Credit: Tehzeeb Ali)
Orange Alert
No waaiit…now don’t you go running off to hide in your underground bunker! This is just…GOOD news!
So the Boyfriend – Fahad-the-*Fearless*-Faisal (FFF) – in an moment of utter love and affection has given me his word that I shall be receiving a small furry ball of a kitten as a wedding gift. Now for a guy who is allergic to the concept of having a small furry ball of a kitten walking around the house – this truely is a meaningful gesture … (If you are reading this…I love you ever so much hunny!)
Now having accomplished one of the most important goal of my life – to have a cat of my own – I am trying to decide what color we should get. I had begged FFF previously for a black kitten with green eyes…something like the one Sabrina-the-teenage-witch had. Only not so obviously computer generated!
Boro Baba
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.
