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| white chubby cat |
"Meow... meow" By hearing this noise, I woke up and scolded my mother, 'Why did you bring the cat here?' 'Monkey! I didn't bring any cats. It might have come from outside.' Mother screamed from the kitchen.
Now my dreams were shattered. The cry of that cat used to annoy me repeatedly. Now I had to find the cat and teach it a lesson. I searched every inch of the house, but could not find it anywhere. Desperate, I went back to my room and slept on the floor. At that moment, I saw something glowing under the bed. I sighed, 'Oh, I finally got it.' ‘you silly! are you here? I searched everywhere for you' I sighed.
I crawled under the couch to grab it and accidentally hit my head hard on the edge of the couch, leaving a bump on my scalp! The cat immediately moved to the corner and cuddled its body. So I couldn't reach it. As I stretched out my hand towards it, it screeched 'meow' and clawed at my hand with its tiny paw.
After trying to catch her many times and failing, I got an idea. Instead of reaching out and scaring her away, I called her like a mother calls a child 'Come..come...I won't do anything..come'. At last, I won; She was so cute. And was completely white. I took her in my hand and started rubbing her back. If anyone else had gotten her, they would have done the same!
A few months passed. The Cat became my best friend more than a pet! Our pair toured the market and I took her to the cinema many times to watch movies. Also, She used to come to school with me sometimes!.
Every day when I returned home after school, she would meet me at the door, run up and jump on me, and lick my face. I couldn't sleep without putting my hand around her, as a baby sleeps with dolls.
One rainy day I came back from school as usual. "Kitty" wasn't there when I entered, 'what happened to her? Where could she have gone?' That's what I thought, I searched the whole house calling her name, but the result was zero!
I had no other choice than to approach the mother about the cat. "What Kitty… Kitty? She could've gone elsewhere. I don't have the time to play with you people." I'm used to being chastised in this manner, so I ignored Mom's words.
I had to find my 'friend' right now. I flung my backpack aside and began sprinting barefoot. I went to the fish market, keeping my nose tight, and checked without leaving any store! Yet my cat was nowhere to be seen.
Now, the evening sun was starting to show me a red signal. I rested for a while on a nearby bench. A few more minutes later, the sun bid farewell, sinking behind the Western Ghats. It was getting dark around. I never worried about such little things! And did not scare away from the darkness. I went looking for the cat again.
I arrived at Main Street's Sixth Crossing. I could hear several dogs barking and a cat groaning from the side street. When I approached, the cat's voice seemed quite familiar. I was shaking unconsciously, my heart began to pound and grow heavier than before, and hundreds of negative thoughts began to flood my head.
I began sprinting like an athlete. Unbeknownst to me, I stepped on some shards of glass and started bleeding. Red tracks followed me everywhere I went, yet I was racing restlessly. Eventually, I noticed my cat was encircled by five or six dogs. The vicious dogs had already bitten her mercilessly, seriously hurting her.
My eyes were continually seeking for stones, and my hands automatically began collecting multiple stones and hurling them at the dogs. Eventually, I was able to scare away the stray dogs and rush to save my kitty, scooping it up and holding it in my hands. My pet cat was struggling to breathe, and her body resembled a ball of red cotton. I examined it like a doctor; Its left ear was completely torn off, leaving only a small hole. The cat was wailing in pain. And looked to be unable to breathe properly and in need of resuscitation.
To rescue the cat, I breathed into her mouth and rubbed her paws, tummy, and head repeatedly. I kept rubbing my hands to the point of exhaustion. At that moment, I looked at my palms, which were red with blood. To rescue the cat, I breathed into her mouth and rubbed her paws, tummy, and head repeatedly. I kept rubbing my hands to the point of exhaustion. At that moment, I looked at my palms, which were red with blood.
The blood that had flowed from Kitty's body had dripped onto the road. I cried like a little child who lost his doll. Pressing its little body against my cheek, I sat like a destitute on that tar road and started moaning. After a couple of minutes, it licked my cheeks two or three times. Tears of joy started to flow from my eyes, I laughed as I cried.
But the god was cruel enough not to return my kitty. She suddenly stopped licking. I stared at its tiny body one last time before my bleary eyes. That cat was no more! Every moment my grief doubled, I sank down where I stood. I stood speechless as my kitty, wearing wings and playing the harp in hand, flew towards the heavens.
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