I had the most amazing Christmas. It was my first and my
human mommy made it extra special by getting my cat mommy to come and stay with
us for a few weeks. My cat mommy’s name is Lucy and she is three years old. She
is my human mommy’s friend’s cat. She gave birth to me 9 months ago, but forgot
all about me soon after I came to live with my human mommy. So, she did not
recognize me when we met a week before Christmas.
When I first saw Mama-Lucy climb out of her bright blue
kitty carriage on the day she arrived in our home, I rushed to greet her with
nosey kisses. I do that to greet any kitty who comes home. My human mommy, who
I simply call Maa, loves to foster stray kittens and even helps them find
forever homes. So I have a lot of kitty friends. But Mama-Lucy didn’t
recognize me and maybe she does not have any other kitties who kiss her often,
so perhaps she thought I was attacking her. She glared and hissed menacingly at
me. Terrified I ran back to my safe zone, a little red basket with a warm
blanket where I hide when I don’t want Maa to catch me after I have knocked
down things from the coffee table or shelves.
I approached Mama-Lucy again and this time she growled at
me. But I guess that’s OK. I wouldn’t have recognized Mama-Lucy had Maa not
spent a whole week making us sit in front of each other and touching Mama-Lucy
and saying “Mumma” and then touching me and saying “Baby”. This is how she had
taught me about how she was my human mommy when I had first arrived in her home
as a baby.
Though she doesn’t look much like me, I think Mama-Lucy
is very beautiful. She has big green eyes, but does not have as much fur as I
do. I think I get that from daddy. I’ve never seen my daddy, but Maa and the
pretty doctor lady say daddy was probably a doll-faced Persian, a Birman, a
Himalayan or a Turkish Van given the amount of fur I have. Mama-Lucy is like
the other cats in my neighbourhood; slender, lithe even, swift in her movements
and boy can she leap!
I can’t leap that far or that high. I’m still a child and
a little wobbly. Mama-Lucy likes sitting in the sunshine, so she leaps out of
the window to sit on the ledge outside and then gracefully leaps back in when
Maa calls her. I remember jumping out of the window as a baby. I slipped and
got trapped in the balcony two stories below our house and Maa had to play
Spiderman to rescue me. I was so scared till the time Maa rescued me. There
were big mean birdies in the tree branches above me and I thought they were
going to eat me, so I kept crying till Maa rescued me. So, no… I’m not going
anywhere outside the window. No sir!
But I showed Mama-Lucy my favourite places in the house;
the top of the kitchen drawer, an especially cozy corner under the ironing
table and even the place near Maa’s feet on the bed. Mama-Lucy decided to
occupy the top of the ironing table and the top of mommy’s study table next to
the printer-scanner-copier. I can’t climb up there so, that was fine. But
things got a little complicated when Mama-Lucy decided she wanted to sleep on
Maa’s bed… IN MY SPOT!!! She started kicking and scratching me to keep me away
from Maa’s feet. She even started scratching and biting Maato show her she
loved her more than I did. So I started scratching and biting Maa more! This
got both, Mama-Lucy and I banished from the bedroom. While Mama-Lucy started
sleeping near the printer, I retreated to the cozy confines of the safe zone.
But something magical happened on Christmas Eve. I saw
love in Mama-Lucy’s eyes. She herself walked up to me and gave me a nosey kiss.
Then we spent the whole day playing on Maa’s bed as she excitedly took our
pictures on her phone camera. I guess this I what they mean when they refer to
the miracle of Christmas. Maa cuddled and kissed both, Mama-Lucy and I all day
and kept saying, “I love you”. We also ran around the house and played football
for a bit. Mama-Lucy, it turns out, enjoys playing with strings as much as I
do.
Mama-Lucy went back home a few days ago, but only after
giving me several nosey kisses. I hope she visits us again soon.
