The other day while I was
working on my pc in my room upstairs, I found that the dust-bin had been
knocked down and all the rubbish was scattered on the floor. A bit surprised as
no one except me visits this study-room, I put the rubbish back into the dust
bin. The next day I noticed the same thing. The rubbish was scattered
everywhere. Surely someone rummaged through the dustbin in my absence in search
of something, I concluded. But who could do that? It didn't seem to be the
handiwork of a rat. It was beyond his capacity to knock down the dustbin. It
had to be something bigger. I searched the room to find the culprit but could
find nothing.
The next day the same thing
happened for the third time. I was forced to don the garb of Sherlock Holmes
and search the room following some of his observation tactics described in his
stories. This time the culprit had left the clue. And the clue was the poop of
the cat, awfully smelly of course. I started searching for the cat and instead
found three kittens in a corner. How pretty and cute they were! They looked
like cubs (Sinhbal). They got frightened the moment they saw me. Two started
running away from me. One hid itself in the corner behind the door. When I opened
the door, it snuggled in the corner and closed its eyes as if I won't be able
to see him if it closed its eyes! The other took stairs but fell down half the
way, not being used to stairs. I wanted to get rid of them but this fear and
flurry aroused pity in me. I made a way for the kitten that had fallen down on
the stairs but it could not climb up. It was too small and weak to learn that.
At last I had to pick it up in order to put him amidst its siblings.
When my mom came to know
about them, her first reaction was: "We can't keep them up there or
anywhere else in the house. You know, the entire house will be smelly with
their poop and who will keep cleaning up all the time?" She opened the
gate to drive them away with their mother. We saw two dogs outside. I said,
"See, these dogs are ready to pounce upon them if we drive them out at
this time. And the kittens are so small that they won't be able to run to save
themselves." Thus, the kittens were allowed to stay till they are old
enough to fend for themselves. In the meantime I enjoy their company and
increase my knowledge on "Catology". After nearly a month, both the
mother cat and kittens have put their faith in me. Now they don't run away from
me as they did on our first meeting.
