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there would be pets, mostly cats

there would be pets, mostly cats.

In the story of my childhood
there would be pets, mostly cats.
Every year there would come a time
when we would suddenly discover
our old pussy looking at us
with suspicious eyes
while trying to conceal
something very important from us.

And now it would become our turn to explore
where did she exactly keep her kittens hidden.
She would be very unhappy on us
for searching out those places
where she would be secretly feeding her babies.
She’d stare at us with angry look
and would always hurry to shift her kittens
to a safer place.

She could not believe us at all
in her early days of newly found motherhood.
Those would be the days of early winter,I guess,
when she would give birth
and I would be getting very worried for her babies
and soon would be rushing to mom
for some old clothing
for arranging a comfortable bedding for her kittens.

After several try of shifting her babies to secret places
lastly she would be giving up her anger and mistrust on us
and would be accepting our gift for her kittens.
Sometime, she would now be feeling it safe
even to depend on us
when it was time for her to go for food.
Sitting and observing those small kittens sleeping
would be my favorite time pass.

But all the people have never been too good
to cats and their kittens everywhere.
Some would be very cruel to steal kittens from the cat
for no good reason but
to throw them out into the street corners
to get rid of too many cats in their house.
Probably they would keep information regarding
weakness of neighbors who loved cats.

This could be the reason why I would find
one or two kittens left orphan near our house too.
How could you leave such a small creature
shivering from cold and wanting food
all alone to suffer and die at roadside!
I am not unhappy that love or kindness for kittens
would drive me to act fast to take them to home.

Our pussy would not be much happy on that at all.
Mom again would be of immense help giving me
old clothing, warm milk and a feeding bottle or spoon.
This was such a fine experience of feeding milk to a kitten
with a small feeding bottle with love & kindness!
I still remember the boy and those helpless kittens.

But change in life is a must.
Now I keep no pets in my home.
I did not feel it important to know if my wife would be
should have a basic knack for keeping pets at home.
Neither I was serious about my childhood’s affinity
while seeking an alliance for matrimony.
So, none is to be blamed
if my mother is no more alive
if my wife does not feel comfortable with the cats
and if I can now ignore
those lonely kittens left on roadside to die.