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Thursday, December 06, 2007

Southwards bound: The Chosen One

We were at the villa at Loutolim, where our guide, Mrs. Pinto, had gathered all her charges around herself, at the gate. As she continued her monologue about the history of the place, some of us listened intently, while others, including my brother and I, took pictures.

Subsequently, as we walked into the premises, along the path that led from the gate to the porch, there sat, on the grass that had been planted alongside, a kitten. It was pure white in colour, interspersed with patches of black. Even as my brother and I tried to attract its attention, it continued to nibble on something and appeared quite content doing that. So, we walked on.

Later, while we were inside the house, we found the same little one sitting in a corner and purring softly. My brother whistled and I snapped my fingers, as each of us knelt down on one knee, on the wooden floor, to try and attract its attention.

It got up and started walking slowly towards us. It stopped in front of my brother first, sniffed a bit at him, looked at his face and then walked on to me. The process was repeated as it sniffed at my feet, followed by my knee. Then, quite inexplicably, it climbed on to my knee!

After surveying the surroundings for a while, it settled down quite comfortably there, as I stroked its head and back very gently. It stayed put, even as the other visitors walked by, some of whom stopped to take a good look. Soon, my parents called out to me and I put the kitten down. It scampered away, to go and hide under a table, as if really scared of the rest of the people around.

When I narrated the sequence of events to my parents, afterwards, they said that I could have brought the kitten along and it could have lived with us. The memory of having lost Tinkoo was too fresh in my mind, however, and I was not sure that I could take on the responsibility of another innocent creature.

The memory is always going to remain with me though, even as I, or any one else, as for that matter, might never be able to come up with a credible explanation of the reasons for which the kitten chose to make friends with me. I wonder if it had anything to do with a certain kind of smell that might have begun to emanate from the pair of jeans that I was wearing and which I had not changed since leaving home!

The following photograph was taken by my brother soon after the young one had hopped on to my knee. I would have liked him to take another one, after it sat down, but he had wandered off by then.


Sidhusaaheb said...

What an incident! When I started reading I thought it would be about the fort you were visiting
Mridula | Homepage | 12.08.07 – 8:27 am | #


It was a very surreal, mystical kind of experience for me!
Sidhusaaheb | Homepage | 12.08.07 – 10:27 am | #


Hi Sidhusaaheb – We thank you for joining in with the cute bit of kitty for the CotC. Sorry we were a bit late, and it looks like the trackbacks are being difficult too!

It certainly would have been nice to have a new friend, but we understand! Sending love for a great week ahead!
Megan & Bad Kitty Cats | Homepage | 12.11.07 – 1:36 am | #


Sidhusaaheb | Homepage | 12.11.07 – 5:50 am | #


Maybe the kitten was tinkoo in a new ‘janam’ and he recognised you. You should have kept him…you can still go back for him, can’t you ??
cyberkitty | Homepage | 12.11.07 – 7:36 am | #


Well, I did feel a wee bit bad about having to leave the little one behind! I don’t know when I’ll visit Goa again and whether we’ll meet again.
Sidhusaaheb | Homepage | 12.11.07 – 8:14 am | #

Sidhusaaheb said...

Cute kitten U should hav brought it with u and then one day we would have exchanged it with Asma’s Manoo as a step towards “Pak Bharat Dosti” :P
Fariha Akhtar | Homepage | 12.21.07 – 8:08 pm | #


Sounds like a good suggestion… Only thing is I can’t say whether Asma’s kitty would also take as much of a liking to me as the kitten did… :D
Sidhusaaheb | Homepage | 12.22.07 – 11:32 am | #

Sidhusaaheb said...

It was really a lovely tale of your friendship with the kitten in Goa. Well I myself, am not so fond of cats and kitten but the way you narrate it, I really feel like keeping one at home.

My son in Toronto,Canada too has a beautiful cat. He relates to me so interesting, so lovely recounts of his cat named ‘April’ that I too now feel like having some attachment to these homely animals called cats. But the problem with me is, I can’t tolerate the stink when they piss.

But ma son in Toronto says, his cat has got a special lavatory in his apartment and she never goes to ease herself in a place other than the lavatory set for her.

Well that makes one like keeping such Miaon miaon creature at home.

By the way your story is indeed so lovely it does create love for these miaon miaon things.
Nayyar Hashmey | Homepage | 10.28.08 – 5:49 pm | #