Feeding Maya in the twilight of the coronavirus threat & the lugubrious man!

Feeding Maya around the menace and terror of the coronavirus night and the lugubrious red haired man!

In that season of my living inside that dormitory of dread, when life had fallen into disrepair, dismay, shame and shock, I had luckily been also thrown inside the small sweet company of five or six stray cats that kept me floating above my sewage laden world.

One of them was Little Mom who along with her four kittens pulled me out of my pathetic glum days with the desire to live happily again with my earlier courage and power.

Once the kittens grew older Little Mom wickedly got pregnant again, abandoned her last two kittens to fend for themselves. The girl was named Maya and the handsome little orange tom was called Pebbles. Every evening at seven it became a ritual to take a large bowl of food for these two kittens and often some of the older cats like Twilight and Glum Gold who came and patiently waited for their share once the kittens had finished.

In that lane sometimes I was badgered by people who did not like cats or were just mean and grumbled and scolded saying that the cats dirtied the place and were a menace and all the usual rubbish cat haters say. One evening I found a red haired chunky man sitting on the steps of a meat shop who began to grumble and to tell me that I should not do this as it was becoming a nuisance for everyone and that the cats were a menace and all that stuff…

I politely but firmly told him that even God liked cats and it was not nice to be mean to them. He at once changed his tune because the area being full of Muslims, is supposed to be kind to cats, as prophet Mohammad adored cats. Then he began to tell me very sheepishly and in a very lugubrious manner that he adored cats but by leaving food there, I invited dogs to arrive who killed the cats. He told me ridiculous tall tales about all cats having been killed by dogs ever since I had begun to feed them! He said he had paid up a 100 rupees several times to let dead cats be taken away to be buried somewhere etc.

All this went on for a few days, and every evening was a little tense for me, but once he found that several cat lovers were greeting me daily and were all for the cats, he shut up and just sat there and gazed at me and became just a pain in the neck.

Then came the terrible month of the corona virus disease that finally arrived in India and our city Hyderabad was also in lock down! By seven in the evening the cops began to shout, scream and badger all people to return to their homes and leave the streets.

The first evening I found myself suddenly the only woman in the streets with the cops yelling furiously. I rushed to the small lane only a two minute walk from my place, to find Maya and Pebbles waiting patiently for their dinner. They were always there exactly at seven! I quickly began to serve their food and the red haired man was sitting there and he came up to tell me : leave it there and I will make sure they eat it. Please go home quickly before the cops arrive here.

In that season of my living inside that dormitory of dread, when life had fallen into disrepair, dismay, shame and shock, I had luckily been also thrown inside the small sweet company of five or six stray cats that kept me floating above my sewage laden world.

One of them was Little Mom who along with her four kittens pulled me out of my pathetic glum days with the desire to live happily again with my earlier courage and power.

The twilight glittered with his kindness and I rushed home happily! Inside the dread and despair of another scary dark night, the lugubrious man had reached inside to warm my soul and every evening became less scary and somewhat brighter……

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