She was a beautiful cat. White, marvelous coat with splashes of black, Her pure amber eyes were mystical, and the fluffy, striped tail was something I had seen only in pure breeds. She wandered into the neighbourhood after the Chennai floods, and took up residence here and there, lurking in the nooks and crannies in the apartments around.
With such a beauty, the nights became the haunts of the Donald Trumps of the cat world. After much caterwauling, she had her first litter a couple of weeks ago. People who have seen the litter say they are as lovely as their mother.
Today morning, about quarter-to-six, I was fetching milk. As it often happens, a trader starting his day, and the watchman of a nearby complex was about, and we engaged in small talk. Early in the mornings, it is normal to see the strays, the semi-feral cats, an owl, a woodpecker or two, an even a Besra (of Hawk family) scooting around. The cats often rush across the street, returning from their early morning scavenge-hunt.
Then came the maroon Honda City, not over speeding, but a little too fast at 40 kph or so. The beauty, being young, and even though metro-born, acted like a typical country-bumpkin. Instead of scooting straight across, she took off in a tangent, and the far (left) wheel caught her on her back.
Before we could rush the fifty feet or so to her aid, she sort of crabbed around in wide circles. I could see her back was broken, and was trying to pull off my t-shirt to smother her to keep her still so that we can get her to the Blue Cross hospital.
But by the time we reached her, she was gone. Even more sadly, I could not locate the litter even after searching for a couple of hours.
Such a crappy start to the day.
Tags: cat
With such a beauty, the nights became the haunts of the Donald Trumps of the cat world. After much caterwauling, she had her first litter a couple of weeks ago. People who have seen the litter say they are as lovely as their mother.
Today morning, about quarter-to-six, I was fetching milk. As it often happens, a trader starting his day, and the watchman of a nearby complex was about, and we engaged in small talk. Early in the mornings, it is normal to see the strays, the semi-feral cats, an owl, a woodpecker or two, an even a Besra (of Hawk family) scooting around. The cats often rush across the street, returning from their early morning scavenge-hunt.
Then came the maroon Honda City, not over speeding, but a little too fast at 40 kph or so. The beauty, being young, and even though metro-born, acted like a typical country-bumpkin. Instead of scooting straight across, she took off in a tangent, and the far (left) wheel caught her on her back.
Before we could rush the fifty feet or so to her aid, she sort of crabbed around in wide circles. I could see her back was broken, and was trying to pull off my t-shirt to smother her to keep her still so that we can get her to the Blue Cross hospital.
But by the time we reached her, she was gone. Even more sadly, I could not locate the litter even after searching for a couple of hours.
Such a crappy start to the day.
Tags: cat
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