I'd seen him a week earlier at the Cupa shelter in Hebbal (thanks to Dee) and it was love at first meow. He answered back to every sweet nothing I threw him.He was definitely not the most beautiful cat there(a thin orange scrawny creature) , neither the most playful, nor the most healthy (he had a runny tummy and a fractured leg when i met him) but definitely the warmest. I thought of all the pro's and cons to haveing a pet, given my own irresponsible bachelor-dom oozing lifestyle. Thought for a week and by the end of it, Jalebi was nesting in my appt- a scared tiny fellow ,clinging to me and GM (his first play-buddy) for protection ,never wanting to be left for a minute.
Last month and half has been such an experience- Litter box poopy-training him and his first poop-accident,giving him a cruel bath ,getting him his first toys, clipping his nails,finding he was lactose intolerent, leaving him alone for the first time,finding his first vet and the best pet shop ever (glendal's), his first vaccination shots , his first Facebook Pics, his first fish, his first lizard, first cockroach and his first mouse that he proudly got home to show his momma, daily hours long playing sessions that'd tire out everyone but him, the first time he stayed out the night ( with me crying for him ..of cors!) and his daily sojourns thereon, his first enemy- the big gray cat that we faced together , the time he got a pack of dogs to follow him to our 2nd floor appt ( Im sure he's been acting too playful with them..),the time he hurt himself under the fridge perhaps,the time i was drunk and he'd not smell me cos of the stink just be around me, the smacks i give everytime he scratches me, the 15 min show of affection everyday i get home frm work, the sleeping off on my feet, my hand, my shoulder,my stomach,head ,just abt any thing so that he can feel me nearby (strangely, I cant sleep without him near me either).
Evryine thinks ive gon insane- talking abt him 24/7 ,shopping only for him, worrying when he's away for too long. Mum dad are not too happy abt this distraction as they call it.Di likes him, probably cos he talked to her over the fone. GM loves him almost as much as I do ( and i thought he was a dog person)and strangely, although Jalebi and him dont meet too frequently, after me i can safely say he's the most comfortabke with GM. Dhi says I'm ready for motherhood now and I secretly think dhi's jealous of the way jalebi and me talk to each other. She thinks that he's scared of her. He just takes his time ( and of cors some unintended accidents dont help).Btw a drunk Foxy boy saw him when he was a scrawny fellow chasing cockroaches and thats the image he carries everytime I talk abt him -wait till they meet again. And KD only talks to me in meow now- he thinks thats the only language i know now .
All i know is ,I tried real hard not to get attached to this guy cos ..well.. you shouldn't - A male cat will eventually leave you. But well, hard as I may have tried , i guess i failed.(happily)
One and a half months... n now...
everytime I see him jump out the window, walking into the big bad world full of Big Grey cats and packs of dogs , with a confident step and a barely discernable limp , I'm so proud of the almost cat my baby has become.
PS: Im glad i got him when i did , most cats died in the shelter 3 weeks later cos of some infection....
