Cats were never my favourite animals. But as I said in the
previous post on ‘Cat Chronicles’, 5 years at IIT and my marriage to WHO made
me love cats like never before. Candy’s (there’s been a post on her before)
death made WHO stubborn and grumpy whenever the topic of getting a cat came up.
But I did not wanted to give up. I thought if Candy died it meant we had a
lesson to learn and maybe an irresistible kitten was waiting around the corner
to join our family. And finally it all happened - One fine morning, when I was
leaving from Chennai to Bangalore for the weekend. I came across a pet adoption
blog and casually mailed the blogger with my details asking if she had a kitten
to adopt. I got a call in three hours,
before I boarded the bus to Bangalore. I was told a cat was rescued and was at
a home for the past few weeks. They described the kitten as an adorable little
angel except for that he was possessive and drove their own house kitten
away. I spoke to WHO immediately and he
was in no mood for a new cat. His points were valid- we would have to leave the
kitten in the bathroom or balcony, when WHO was at office and he worked too
late. But with my cousin brother’s entry into our family I thought I still had
some chance of convincing WHO and I suggested
maybe for three months they could take care of the kitten together because my
cousin worked night shifts and WHO would be back by night.
However, that was not the crux of the problem. Men can be possessive, especially when they
don’t learn to share their space with others in the early years of marriage. We
had no kids and WHO thought getting a kitten was some trial of mine to check
out if he was ready to be a parent (a message he got after watching Marley and
Me). He would soon be fighting on this with me weeks later though I was
oblivious about this at that moment.
And that’s how Don joined us on WHO’s 30th
birthday. We named him Don, after a day with him convinced us of his menacing
nature. He was the naughtiest kitten I had ever seen. He would hide behind
doors and pounce on you, he would fetch ball, apple, anklet, hair clip and
loved football. He would scratch and bite sneaking under our blanket just to
feel high and sometimes he gave you that weird look- the one we later realize
was a precursor to his dangerous games. We named him Don Mathaikunju
Geevarghese Samuel- the last two being WHO’s middle and surname but Don is the
only name he responds to (and these days gundu which means ‘fatso’)
We have heard a lot of ifs and buts from people about cats.
Cats are selfish, Cats are dirty, Cats are solitary and this is the best one –
Cats can put an evil eye if you eat in front of them. The list is endless. Some
of these came from relatives, some from friends and most from parents. I am surprised
that many of these people had never come to be at a meters distance from any
animal in their life but are always full of hearsay. Against all jibes and
comments we made sure that Don stayed put in our house. Through him we learned new
things about cats and also saw a lot of myths being broken. So with these posts
we will try to break all myths associated with cats, with Don as a reference, one
myth at a time.
Myth#1 - Cats are outdoor
animals
Well, so are human beings. We were never meant to be inside.
Even in the modern setting we spent most of our time outside; only difference
being we move from one- inside to the other. But at the end of the day we all
love to come home to roost. Given a choice cats love to be indoors. The only problems
being once inside they get branded as thieves. So it was always convenient to
label them as outdoor animals lest you have to setup a state of the art anti-theft
system. Alternatively let’s not forget the real thieves for whom the anti-theft
systems were setup in the first place; not for cats I am sure.
Cats love to be indoors, unless they
have to go look for food and water and also for doing the same things in the
reverse order. Once in a while they also
like to sharpen their tools or sit on a branch of a tree and just watch the
world go by. Logically, I think it’s a chore for cats to be outside because
they have to always look out for predators, as they search for food. From a
human perspective it would sound something like this – you are in the middle of
an urban warfare, always looking out for snipers, as you move about in the neighborhood
looking for milk and bread. If all their needs are met then cats will be more
than happy to sit on your couch and watch Animal Planet or Nigella cook a
delicious soufflé. And that’s exactly what Don does. His day starts with a
sardine or a bowl of milk, which is provided to him in the balcony. If he were to graciously finish his breakfast
in one go or at one place and not insist on moving around with the dismembered
fish, like how his wild cousins do, we would have let him have his fish indoors
too. Once his hunger is satiated, he’s restless to come inside. And he’s so
twitchy to get inside as if someone’s after his life. And that’s why I say cats
like to be indoors too. At this moment, when his basic needs are met, given a
choice between the green pastures outside and the four walls inside, Don would
choose the latter. Once inside he gets down to his cat business. And those are
proceedings which will break the next set of myths and I’ll detail them in the
next post. Once all is said and done,
he’s ready for the longest chore of the day – to sleep. And even a cat knows
that it’s best to sleep on the couch and not on the side of the road ( as you can see in the pic below , he loves the comfort of the washing machine too ).
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