Showing posts with label adopted. Show all posts
Showing posts with label adopted. Show all posts

Tuesday, 17 November 2015

Meow Mansion - By Neha Dabir

We are a family of four with five adopted cats; Mush and Posh being the senior most, adopted 6 years ago, at the age of 3 months from a family friend. They are non-identical twin sisters. Posh came in first, followed by Mush in the very next week. Being first time pet owners, Mush’s entry into the house immediately made us realize through first-hand experience that it’s always better to adopt and manage a pair rather than a single kitty.

Cats, as we know, are easier to look after as they are pretty low maintenance, asking minimal attention from their humans. But having a pair takes pet care to a different tangent all together. We could now carry on with our daily schedules guilt-free, with no worries of our lonely cat waiting impatiently for some company back home. All that was expected from us was to leave behind a bowl of food and water each and these two would take it from there, looking after each-other, eating, sleeping and exploring their new found world together. Also, after a long tiring day, there can be nothing more relaxing than watching two cats at play. They are outright hilarious and extremely entertaining with their cute tricks and fun wars. There is definitely no burden with the addition of another cat; rather it only minimizes the efforts needed to look after a single one. I would therefore always advice all single cat owners to adopt a playmate for their beloved baby since that is what they would ask of you if only they could speak.

About four and a half years after adopting Mush and Posh, a really sick kitten, Lyla had to be taken in as a foster along with another tiny playmate. Lyla was diagnosed with chronic depression that had resulted into partial paralysis of both her hind legs. She also suffered from multiple fractures and a bad case of anaemia along with a severe lack of appetite. Living in a confined cage for about a month with just enough space to rest comfortably, Lyla hated her medicines, refused her food and showed complete distrust towards everyone in the house. It was heart breaking to watch this barely 3 months old child suffer so much every single day just to make it to another horrid morning. We were slowly loosing hope. However, this little one was full of it. Her will to live was so strong; we could see it in her eyes. With her “never give up” attitude, she soon started responding to her treatment and there was no need to force-feed her eventually. Her fractures had now healed and she was out of her prison in no time. But this was the real test. We now had to make her try and walk again. Lyla would struggle to get on all fours, fail to do so, and then repeat. Her multiple attempts all in vain would often reduce me to tears, but she would never stop, I mean it, NEVER! This girl was so driven from within, it made me marvel. I was awe-struck by her tenacity and admired her pursuit of life. And then, it happened. She made it happen. On the morning of September, 29th, as part of my early morning ritual, I walked into one of our bedrooms now turned cat room at 8:00 am sharp with some delicious Tuna wet food, only to find Lyla standing next to the litter box. Yes, STANDING! Was this actually happening? I stood there for a good 2 minutes, contemplating the scene. “Maybe she’s just standing..she can’t really walk now, can she?” Soon enough, the enticing smell of her favourite breakfast along with the presence of her favourite person (or so I’d like to believe) got to her and the baby girl came marching towards me, however, with a regular cat expression, with no sign of excitement, no victory drumroll playing in the background, just a regular meow here and there. Seriously? Good Lord, this was unreal. While she was gobbling on the food, I started squeaking loudly with an attempt to call mom and dad to come witness what was happening. I did not want to leave the room. I couldn’t risk it. What if she goes back to her crawling in my absence and all this turns out to be a troll? Mum entered the room soon enough and we were both squeaking in no time. That’s possibly when Lyla realised it was party time and joined in. My brave little soldier was walking again, meowing loudly, announcing her victory. Bravo! It was during this precise moment of glory that I realized I could never let her go. She had taught me so much – Don’t Quit, Value life, Patience is a virtue - my guide and philosopher; I had to keep her forever. A small discussion with family and everyone at home readily agreed in no time as each one of us had grown too fond of this Wonder Cat.

Talking about the “tiny playmate” that goes by the name Peaches, we kept her too, since my Persians were too snobbish to accept Lyla in their cat clan and we did not want the poor baby to feel left out with no feline friends. Tiny Peaches, rescued as a victim of extreme negligence and abuse, isn’t so tiny anymore, but she is and always has been the naughtiest of them all. Her cute looks (looks always deceive) and crazy antics would make anybody fall for her instantaneously. She will mock you, taunt you, drive you to the end of your tethers; and then after a long, tiring day of bullying and causing chaos, this mischief maker will purr next to you and cuddle on your lap; and that’s all it takes to forgive all her bad behaviour and fall in love with her all over again. As simple as that! She makes me want to be a cat, what an awesome life that would be!

We continued to foster kittens even after these last two additions in the family. That’s the thing about cats. You can never have enough of them, mostly you can never say NO to a kitten in need. Many furballs have come and gone in these past few years, each one into a loving home that cares for them like their own kin. Then one day came a meek looking tomcat, resembling a flee-infested bag of bones. Rejected by many, he had hopped home to home in search of a family that would look past his temporary flaws and give him the purrfect life that he deserved. This one was rather difficult as he would go around pooping all over the house, trying to convey how disheartened he was with mankind. But that was just his way of expressing dismay and nobody could blame him for doing so. Three patient weeks in the house and he had already started picking up manners. Cocoa, as we fondly call him, metamorphosed into a very handsome boy, extremely affectionate and highly intelligent. We could now take a sigh of relief, eagerly looking forward to getting him adopted into a good family. But he had a different plan in mind, he surely did. Each time a prospective adopter stepped forward and took him home, this notorious creature would play sick and pretend to be dying, pee on people and poop in their cupboards every time. Maybe he was just testing them, wanting to see if they stick to him through thick and thin. It’s true, if they cannot handle you at your worst, they definitely do not deserve you at your best. Another lesson learnt!

 It is amazing how these tiny creatures can inspire and teach you some very important aspects of life. Whatever it was, it didn’t work out too well for Cocoa and he was returned time and again like a commodity nobody wanted to claim. Once home with us, he would again go back to being the sweet, sweet boy that he is. Deciphering his true intentions, we came to realize this Tom would not leave us so easy. Aww, so much love! So here we are with our fifth cat, the only male out of the five. There’s not much of a difference between the genders, just that I can’t help wonder why this guy has to stand and pee, unintentionally spraying it all over the walls. There is a hack for that though; we now use a covered litter-box instead of the open one. Problem solved!

These 5 are a very important part of our lives. It is a wonderful feeling sharing your space with an animal. We feel more connected as a family with them being the binding factor. There are times when the only reason I want to get back home is because I know my babies would be waiting for me. They have taught us to share responsibility and stick together come what may. A typical day at home now starts with feeding them in the morning and ends by kissing them good night, more so as we can feel them reciprocate all the love, and that truly is the best feeling in the world. We now make plans/take decisions keeping in mind their convenience first. They complete our family.


Posh

A high-on-attitude, air-headed diva who knows exactly how to impress with those moves. This elite, 6 year old, enticing beauty, with her impeccable mannerisms, will catwalk her way into your hearts even before you know it.

PS. She’s the ruler of the house and you better not complain.




Mush

A complete momma’s girl! This soft, cuddly, gummy bear look alike follows her mom everywhere, right from the bedroom to the bathroom. Must be hand fed at least one meal of the day to avoid any tantrums that may follow in case of failure to do so. FYI, she hates the rest of the world. *Evil grin*



Lyla

A born fighter! This brave-heart has survived everything right from a chronic depression to a partial paralysis to multiple fractures before being adopted into a loving, cat-friendly family. Life is now beautiful with the only thing left to worry about being catching the best window seat for bird watching.















Peaches

Curious little feline that won’t stop till she’s found the answers to her self-created puzzles. Belongs to the “high- class” society as she’s always found hanging high up there on the fridge/storage shelves. Her only life mantra being, “We see paper, we tear paper”, she definitely is the naughtiest of the lot.














Cocoa

Youngest member of the cat clan and the only “man” of the house. Super affectionate, talking, kissing, lap-kitty with a serious food fetish. Plays fetch just like his canine counterparts. After several failed adoptions, it was destiny keeping him forever.






Sunday, 30 March 2014

A DAY IN MY LIFE by Punch Raghunathan


From the sound of a pigeon flapping its wings to the sound of the milk van delivering milk, each and every sound in the 350 meter radius is audible to me. I sometimes even hear the sound of the snoring watchmen guarding my building. I feel pity on my homeless stray friends down, who do a better job of guarding the building than the watchmen who is sleeping. By god's grace we have good sense of sound and smell.
I am PUNCH RAGHUNATHAN, the Bull terrier. I am little over 2 dog years old which is like 14 human years old. So you can say that I am at the peak of my teenage. These are my days of joy.

Walking is a human's best medicine (i am not educated enough to tell who said this sentence, so I don't know). The person should rewrite this sentence as "Walking is a living being's best medicine." Early morning walks are so awesome! I always look forward to it as I can answer the call of nature, whether nature is actually calling or not. Irrespective of the day, I want to walk and wake up as early as possible. I go jump and start licking all my family members who are sleeping so that I can go for a walk. I have a wish of walking without a leash. But unfortunately, I am so naughty that my master Avinash is sure I will end up causing havoc on the streets by trying to jump on people and on my street friends who are normally sleeping peacefully. Hope one day this wish comes true. I walk as fast as possible dragging whoever walks me. It’s a brisk walk for me as well as my walker. I always decide how much distance I need to walk and always follow the traffic rules by walking on the left side of the road. One more thing about my love for early morning walks are the fewer cars parked on the roadside as well as less traffic. After returning home I drink a lot of water. Love the way my legs are dirty but unfortunately cannot keep them dirty. So my legs are cleaned with a damp cloth or sometimes Avi end up washing my legs.

My favorite place of time pass is the bedroom window where i can see my building friends playing downstairs or fighting with other building dogs. I feel jealous as they have ample space to play around but sometimes I pity them because they have to fight for their survival. I can sit on the window for long hours seeing my friends play or kids playing football or people going to schools, colleges and offices.

As time passes, my pet friends start coming down for their walks. Romeo, Tyson, Akatsu, Pebbles, Caspy, Simba (RIP Simba I used to love fighting with him but never had any bad feelings towards him) These are some of my pet friends in my building and there are others outside the building too who i meet during my walks.


Blacky, Whitey, Browny, Rio, Bamby, Dharam are my stray friends. They always come to play with me whenever I go down. They always follow me wherever I go but I never cross their jurisdiction. The way they drool over me makes me feel a bit superior but in the end they are my friends. I hate to see pigeons sitting on the window and try to shoo them away from my house. I always bark even if they sit on the rain protector sheet on the window.

Fatigue kicks in early due to walking, watching my friends, barking at pigeons and all. My stray friends, when they sleep, dig a bit to sleep, so I also try to do the same. But the only difference is, they sleep on mud and I on the sofa. I only end up moving the sofa cover a bit and sleep. I am not completely asleep; my eyeballs keep moving and looking at what is happening around. If someone rings the bell I am up on my guard again immediately, ready to pounce on the person who is coming in. The Safety door in my house is only the thing that protects them from me. If it is someone from my family, then I am soooo happy and excited, I just wait for the door to open. I pounce on them till they cuddle and hug me.

I do not have a fixed schedule of eating. I eat only when i am hungry. My appetite is good as i have a lot of exercise. Food varies from dog food, curd rice, ice cream, biscuits and at times roti with some Vegetables. I love to eat Bananas, Grapes and Water melons.

I play, run and jump whenever possible and am a part time skater too. Rubber and Tennis balls are my favorites as I can tear them in no time. In skating, only difference between me and a human is that human skaters use wheels for skating and I use a vessel to skate. The Vessel is placed reverse and I keep both my fore paws at the base of the vessel, I will keep running till I bang on a wall. It is a great exercise for me and I would wish to teach this skating trick to my friends. None of my toys last even for a month except for a ring which lasted for more than a year. After keeping my front paw on the toy, I tear it apart as a lion feasts on its prey.

Whenever my toy is thrown i fetch it as fast as possible, but will never give it back to whoever throws it. We dogs are natural athletes, so can run as fast as possible. I challenge any human to run along with me, i am sure i would win by a large margin. My body structure is built in such a way that oppressing force cannot reduce my speed. When i run, my whole body gets structured like a supersonic jet making me cover long distances in short time.

We animals don’t like to be left alone locked up in the house. As an attention seeker, staying alone in the house is a nightmare for me. But at times it is so unavoidable that I am alone at home for some time. If I get hold of a newspaper or a cloth when i am alone at home it ends up in bits and pieces. Sitting on the hall window, I keep waiting for my family members to come back. If I see them from the window or if I hear the sound of the main door being opened, I get extremely happy and excited and start running here and there.

Bathing....No words can describe my misery!
Whenever someone from my family says “Kulika Polaama” (“Let’s go take bath” in Tamil) I try to disappear, get under the table or hide wherever possible. I know it is necessary to take bath, but I just don’t like it. In the bathroom, I make the most innocent face possible and stand as if I am a bent tree. Once my bath is over, I roll all over the bed or sofa trying to dry myself completely. My ears get dirty easily so it has to be cleaned regularly. As I see the ear bud pack I come and lie down so that my ears can be cleaned.

3 to 4 rounds around the building at the end of the day along with meeting my stray friends ends my day. I come back home, clean my paws and go to sleep on my comfortable bed. At night, I get up even at the slightest sound, even if it is someone walking on the staircase outside. I believe that it is always good to be cautious than to regret later.
I love my family very very much, all of them including my Amma, Appa, Aissswaria (my sister) and Avinash (my brother). They love me and take care of me like I am the jewel of their eye. They make me who I am and love me to an extent, I never knew love was possible. It is a wonderful thing to be loved so much by one's family. I love them more than anything in the whole wide world too!