Many a times when I watch him looking out of the balcony door atop the wooden sette, I often wonder what might be going on in his mind. With no one of his kind around, the smells and sounds all alien, no friends to play with, no family to belong to… what must he be feeling? His entire world is confined to the five rooms that our house is… nothing beyond that. The dazed look as he stares out saddens me deeply and I try to put myself in his place, a futile attempt obviously, but I genuinely wish I could and see, ‘the world through his eyes…’
I don’t remember being so obsessed about pets in my childhood, guess we had other better things to do, but my daughters were… they wanted a dog!
Having been brought up in the hills with open spaces around, I was and still am hesitant with the idea of keeping a dog in flats. But my ‘no’ wasn’t for this reason alone(although it was the biggest). I knew that I would be the mother of the dog and with my hands already full with three children, two daughters and one 24/7 husband😉… I couldn’t take care of another.
But the pestering didn’t stop, with the passing of days being locked up inside the house and with the sight of many fellow residents walking their newly brought pets everyday, it only grew. With time, they even seemed okay to have a cat.
There’s one fact that I need to mention here, a great big fact… I dislike cats! With all my heart! Although I don’t want to sound mean and cruel, the scary eyes and the unappealing look on their faces is repulsive and no feeling of compassion arises. I have tried but it just doesn’t happen. So basically, I was caught in a catch 22 situation.
Finally, I conceded and agreed to get home a cat but with one major clause:
come what may, I WOULD NOT LOOK AFTER IT AT ALL! and the responsibility would totally fall on my daughters. They agreed, but it didn’t happen… I stood firm on my resolve and for a change, my husband became the mother.
With a great deal of research on the type and with reference from an animal lover friend, we made our choice.
Smokie(I call him Ichmoku😊) came home on the 15th of August 2020. He was 2 months 12 days old(born on 3rd June). He was literally, as Sheldon sings, ‘Soft kitty, warm kitty, little ball of fur,’ and, much as I disliked cats, my heart went out to him. He was irresistibly adorable. By the way, his face is different, he is a punch-face Persian and the cutest I have ever seen.
The minute my husband let him out of his carry bag, he ran to a corner and stayed there for a long time. His former keeper, I like to call her his granny, had given us strict instructions to let him be for atleast a day, so we did that. However, my husband started getting anxious as Smokie wasn’t moving from the spot, so he lifted him gently and took him to his new cosy bed in his new room… the one he shares with my girls. He stayed in his bed all night.
In the morning of day two, Smokie ventured out of the room and slowly started exploring the house. Although he would get startled by the faintest of noises and also if we appeared before him, he didn’t run away… he would just stay at that place for a short time and then walk around again. He started playing with his toys too.
By day three, he had adjusted to the new environment and had started coming to us and slightly responding to our voices.
In no time Smokie became my husband’s baby and my husband his favourite… the bond the two share is amazing. I for one had never thought that my husband could be attached to a cat… he is a ‘happy with himself’ kind of a man otherwise… not emotionally needy. Seeing the way he was with Smokie, I actually googled to see if it was normal for a human to be attached more to an animal than with other humans… I learnt that it is!
Initially, Smokie used to get lost in the house, as they don’t bark, cats are difficult to locate. Once we found him in my elder daughter’s wardrobe, once locked out for about two hours in the balcony, once locked inside my bedroom for around three hours, once he crossed over to the terrace of the adjacent block. This was the scariest of all as we live on the 14th floor. Our hearts stopped beating for a good 10 minutes that night. Nowadays, if I don’t see him for even 15 mins, I call out and start searching.
Now one funny thing with cats is, I don’t know how to say it, they are ‘mono expression’ animals. They only have one expression on their faces… in fun, happiness, anger, fear, pain, sadness, just one! Take my word for it, it’s extremely frustrating at times. I so wished I could see the gleam in his eyes or the excitement in his gaze, but nothing! While I was growing up, we had dogs back home, always energetic, jumping, licking and showing fondness and excitement… so you know where I’m coming from. Smokie does none. But, the good part is, I started accepting quite soon that he is totally different… that he is a cat!
Our Smokie is of calm temperament and doesn’t have a scary side. He doesn’t scratch or bite, just pretends to when he is playful. Although he has the inherent hunter instinct, he is incapable of hunting, infact, he is fearful of any foreign object and even insects and retreats when he sees any. He has an adorable wild side… when he is upset, he growls, literally like a tiger but really soft(that’s the maximum he can do) and it’s funny. He sleeps like no one is watching, on the floor, on the couch, in bed, behind my books on the shelf, under the bed, on my husband’s work table and sometimes on his scratch post too. And when he’s sleeping all sprawled or curled up, it still takes us time to figure which side his head is and which his bottom.
Although I still feel bad that he may be alone(no other cat around) and I juggle with the thought that we got him for our selfish needs, maybe, maybe not, Smokie seems secure in our home… we are his world. He is a year and eight months old now. He has grown quite the big fluffy cat, but still looks extremely cute. He has this innocent look about his face that is adorable. He continues to amuse and entertain us with his looks, stunts, playfulness and his curiosity. I tell all my friends that I don’t like cats but I love Smokie. However, one good thing that has happened after he came into our lives is that I have become a little compassionate towards cats, just a little, but that’s still huge for me.
If you are keen to bring home a cat, there are somethings that may make the experience easy for you:
1. Research and read up on the temperaments of different breeds. Depending on that you can decide which one you want.
2. Know the authenticity and genuineness of the breed you choose and the place where you decide to get it from. We got Smokie from Pammy’s Persians(that’s his granny’s FB Page). She treats them with a whole lot of love and care. She even took classes to train my husband before handing him over to us.
3. Purchase everything like food(both wet and dry), food bowls and water bowl, litter tray and litter, some toys, a comfortable sleeping place, a scratch post before hand.
5. Take a pet carry bag with you when u go to get your kitten for the first time and lay some newspapers on it incase it pees.
6. If you don’t want it to sleep in your room, leave it in its room in the night from day one.
7. Keep the bathroom door that it will be using ajar at all times but the toilet seat cover on, kittens are so little that they can drown in the commode.
8. If the kitten litters anywhere apart from its tray, clean that place with a strong disinfectant so that the smell completely vanishes. If it doesn’t, chances are, it will litter there again.
9. Take it for regular vaccinations and make sure you get it neutered around eight months, (we did that) if u don’t intend to let it mate. If you delay, it may have mood swings or its behavior may change and it may stop eating, become aggressive, litter around the house etc.
Last, but not the least, if you are like me, not the cat kind, if I could love one, so can you.
This blog post is part of the blog challenge ‘Blogaberry Dazzle’ hosted by Cindy D’Silva and Noor Anand Chawla in collaboration.’