Kimmy is a star!

Recently two of my friends, Princy and Kimmy came to live with mommy and me for a few weeks. Their human mommy was traveling and couldn't take them with her. Here's a picture of Kimmy (the gray cat), Princy (in the middle) and me (the tiny one to the right). Mommy took this when we were chilling on her bed last Sunday.

While Princy taught me how to climb on the window banister, Kimmy was super desciplined. She would sit gracefully in one corner and only get up to eat or do poopy. Everyone loved Kimmy because she never bothered anyone. She did not try to grab the scarf lady's scarf, she did not sneak into the kitchen to hide behind the cooking gas cylinder, she didn't even bite... anyone!

Often mommy would play games with us, but Kimmy never participated. She just ate, slept and did poopy. But two days ago, she stopped eating. She stopped walking around the house, even upto the water bowl that was just a few steps away. She also started breathing heavily. So mommy took her to the doctor. The doctor is this very pretty human lady who also wears very funny body armour. It is long and white. I have met her only twice and both times she poked me with a needle!

Mommy came back after a few hours but Kimmy was not with her. Mommy says Kimmy was very special so she stopped being a cat and became a star. She says Kimmy fell asleep in the doctor's clinic. Then mommy put Kimmy in a basket and took her to her human mommy's house. There they wrapped her in a scarf, dug a ditch in the ground and put Kimmy in it. They covered the ditch with earth, so that another animal wouldn't dig Kimmy out and hurt her. Both human mommies said a prayer and cried a lot. Then they left Kimmy to wake up as a star in the sky.

When mommy finished telling me this, it was dark outside. So she took me to the window and pointed to the sky. "Look Fletcher, that's Kimmy. Look how bright she shines...", said mommy before breaking into tears. Princy saw her too. Kimmy is a beautiful star and we can see her everyday now. We miss you Kimmy. We love you.

Meet my mommy

I have a faint memory of my cat mommy. She was white and furry, just like me. Everyone says I look just like her, especially my baby blue eyes. I remember drinking her milk along with my brothers and sisters. But gradually all of them left and never came back. They were adopted by other parents... non-cat parents. They are called humans and they are very strange.

One day a human lady came for me too. She put me and my toys in a basket and brought me to my new home. My new mommy walks only on her hind legs, does not have fur anywhere other than her head. To keep warm she wears different types of body armours; shirts, trousers, scarves and even wears shoes to cover her back paws! How will she ever get the right kind of grip to climb a wall?

Mommy does not give me milk like my cat mommy used to, but I know that she loves me a lot. Every morning she picks me up in her arms and kisses me. She holds me, hugs me and plays with me for sometime. Then she gives me my kitty food and fresh water. While I munch on my breakfast, she opens the front door and picks up a bunch of papers that somebody leaves at our doorstep everyday. Looking at these papers makes her very happy. Sometimes I join mommy when she looks at page after page, as she sips something hot. I like the sound the pages make when she turns them. Sometimes I feel like clawing the papers, but whenever I do so, I promptly get whacked on my bums!

Morning is also when the lady in the long scarf arrives. She wears a really long scarf and a blouse. While a part of the scarf hangs from her shoulder to her knees, the rest of it is wrapped around her body and pleated at the waist. I like jumping to catch her hanging scarf. I follow her everywhere. You see, I'm her assistant and it is my duty to be at her service at all times. When she sweeps the floor, I chase the dust away. When she cooks, I guard the bin where she puts the vegetable peels. But she never lets me watch what she does to mommy's discarded body armours in the secret room that has buckets, brushes and water. I'm always locked out. I tried sneaking in once when no one was looking, but mommy emptied an entire mug of water on my head. I ran away and never went back to that room. I'm scared of water. I don't like it!

Mommy has another secret room. She goes in there every morning and locks the door. When she comes out, she is cleaner and smells nicer, but is also a little wet. Humans are weird. Why would anyone willingly pour water over themselves and then wipe themselves dry with a soft and pretty rag? What's the point?

After this mommy puts food, paper and a big heavy thing with lots of buttons into her bag. She wears a pretty body armour, gives me some more food and water and leaves. I don't know where she goes because she shuts the door behind her. By the time she comes back home, it is dark outside. She again goes into a her secret room and comes out wiping her wet body. Mommy really loves water. She drinks water, puts it in her food while cooking. She even puts it in the flower pots!

Then she feeds me again and plays with me. After this she does something strange. She starts making a lot of marks with a small stick on plain paper. She says it is called writing and that's her job. She writes something, looks at it and writes something again. Then she starts pressing the buttons on the big heavy thing. She says it's called a laptop. I like the laptop. Sometimes mommy shows me pictures on the laptop. Sometimes the pictures move and make sounds. Mommy really likes looking at these noisy moving pictures.

I just curl up next to her and get busy chewing her pyjama string. If she lies down for a moment I start licking the fur on her head. Somebody's gotta groom the lady! Sometimes I scratch her, sometimes I bite her and promptly get whacked on my bums again!

But sometimes she curls her mouth and it looks pretty. Mommy says it's called a smile. She says people smile when they are happy. Mommy says I make her happy. Sometimes I feel like kissing my mommy. So I touch her nose with mine. But sometimes I want to kiss her eyes. I like my mommy's eyes. So I gently get close to her eyes. But she is clever. She wears a special armour on her eyes. It is transparent so I almost never see it when she is wearing it. Sometimes she takes it off, but it is only when she is sleeping or getting her picture taken. It tried chewing her eye armour. I tried scratching it, even breaking it, but nothing worked. The eye armour keeps coming between mommy and me.

Let me kiss your eyes mommy. I love you too!