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August (5)

The look on the cat’s face says it all. You?! The disdain and horror therein is unmistakable, the former because she feels I think her stupid enough to fall for my ‘Come here, Kitty-kitty-kitty-kitty!’ and the latter because she is genuinely worried the dog might appear any minute. If winter comes, can spring be far behind? wrote P.B. Shelley. The cat hasn’t read Shelley, I am fairly certain of that, but her thoughts follow a similar pattern. If the lady, this particular one that is, appears, can the dog be far behind?

Sad, how the neighborhood cats club me with the dog and her intense dislike for cats. Whenever they see me on the horizon the dear cats run for their dearer lives. If not, they at least speed up their gait considerably, AFTER first giving me a nasty look. You dog-mom, you! Do NOT try to fraternize with us felines!  We hate the dog and by default, YOU. Pfffft!

That may well be so, but cat’s have their undeniable uses, which is why whenever I see a cat anywhere, face full of disdain and horror notwithstanding, I quickly click a few pictures and keep them handy.  You see, there comes a time in very blog’s life when it needs cats on an urgent basis, especially when the author of the blog is too tired and/or is sleepy to write a new post. All that needs to be done when that happens is to let the cat enter left-centre and she can relax knowing there’s someone taking care of the show. 😉

©Shail Mohan 2018