That day Sujatha returned home with a small bag containing something unusual. It was a snow-white, thickly furry, cute-looking kitten. As she took the kitty out of the bag, my wife joined us taking delight at it. Both mother and daughter began tending the stranger with a singular kindness. Once stroking the kitten on its back they were horrified to notice scores of tiny insects creeping and crawling on it. The next day a lecturer in economics at a private college in the city, Sujatha came home with a packet of insecticide bought from a pharmacy. She mixed it with a little warm water and sent for her mom. Mother holding the kitty, Sujatha sprinkled the disinfectant on the pet and bathed it with warm water, given no harmful reaction from the animal. I was lost for words seeing a cat enjoying bath with soap and water as does a canine.
Kutti, as the kitten came to be called, became a thick pal of another pet, a Pom named Lucy scarcely nine months old. The scene of the canine and the feline playing together was eye-catching to everyone including passers-by.
The canine would often suckle Kutti from its underdeveloped teats and the sight was always something out of the ordinary. Each of the two would consume a bowlful of milk in the morning and two boiled eggs in the night. Once I brought Kutti a sachet of small fish from the market. No sooner did I place the bowl of fish before the cat than it turned away and fled, loath to even smack of that non-veg grub.
Not a day passed for us without the cat lying with us in our mosquito-net-enclosed bed pillowing its head on my arm resting folded on the pillow. Each morning as we were up, Kutti would not be in our midst, as it would have sneaked out the night itself. We would start our morning routine after only furling up the sidewalls of the mosquito net and leaving them atop.
One day I alighted upon the sidewalls of the net remaining rolled down as if we had forgotten to furl them up on quitting the bed that day. The strange incident left me and my other half asking each other who did it besides growing doubts about wanton disturbances by any poltergeist.
Oe-er! I caught the culprit the next morning. I saw Kutti jumping into our bedroom through a window probably after its nocturnal rounds outside and landing on the cot. In a snap I summoned my wife and daughter to watch the fun, ney the incredible scene. Kutti was hopping up and down on our bed and lowering the sidewalls of the net with its paws and then assuming a lying posture with its head on the pillow. The strange feat of the feline was to be seen to enjoy.
Once when we returned home after staying with our relations for a week, Kutti was no longer to be seen. It struck us that someone would have pouched that lollapalooza of our locality. Lucy that had accompanied us outstation kept restlessly scouting around our house for its crony.
Kutti and Lucy lived happily and harmoniously together for a year not a “cat and dog life”.