July 8, 2011
My neighbour oldie had a kitten;
It was black and white smitten;
With fluffy tail and greeny eyes;
And silky fur covering the trunk.
The kitten kneeled in front of God's depiction;
From that time it was a pious kitten;
It has a spectacle mark on the forhead;
And that added to its holiness.
The myth goes like this..
The oldie asked the mummy cat for 'a' kitten
The mummy cat bought 'a' kitten
From among the seven she had in another dwelling.
The oldie was in praise for the cat's intellect;
She treated the being as her child,
She patted it with her wrinkled hand,
And bathed it with the scented soap.
But the kitten liked my home better
And I disliked it as the bitter.
Like an uninvited guest it came
Taking charge of my life in a little while.
When I closed the front door
It entered through the back door.
When I closed the back door
It entered through the front door.
When I closed both the doors
It entered through the half opened window.
When I closed that too
I could see the tiny, peeping through the ventilation.
I tried to scare it with the broom
It stared me back through the broom.
I harshly moved the broom up and down
It sat calmly enjoying fan by the broom.
I couldnt beat it on the back
As it was too tiny for the strike.
So I acted that I am about to beat
But it knew better than the act.
When I fried my fish,
I saw little whiskers behind the stove.
When I ate my meal,
I heard tiny whimpers down the table.
One day I found cats poop in the bed,
I was at my wits end.
Getting rid of the creature
Became a mental torture.
I shooed it out with my chappal tip
Just for it to return within my nap.
Milk in the cup diminished,
Fish in the plate disappeared.
Day and night I devised plans
To drive the kitten out of my house.
The brutal plans never fitted fine
And the kitten roamed over my dine.
Finally I tried the human way
I will ignore it and it will go away.
Plan worked fine, but only for the kitten
More and more freedom was taken by the kitten.
One fine afternoon-
A light nap after the meal,
I woke up suddenly
To hear the freeking meaoo,
This is such a mess
The cat is soo sick
No tolerance any more
Piece of stick is better than peace
I jumped down with the stick
Suddenly I found with a shock
I was facing a serpent
That lay long along the wall
With mosaic pattern and robust built
I was sure it was the poisonous viper
The cat cried frivolously
And I shrieked out for help
The oldie came rushing in
Cautiously looked at the snake
She looked me back with a wild grin
"It is just a rat snake"
She led it out through the door
As if it was her pet for long
Patting the kitten with her hand
She left my home with an innocent smile
Something was churning my mind
Something not proper was going on
Curse me! I needed a rat snake
To realise nature's true love
From that day matters changed a lot
The 'oldie' became 'auntie' to me
The notorious kitten is my naughty pal
A share of milk and fish were kept apart
And a part of the meal found its way beneath the table
And I stood there watching with affectionate eye
The gulping of the food which was never left back
And thanking kitty for teaching me life's lesson.
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