There is something so incredibly magical about watching the rain come down in torrents from the dark cloudy skies that echo with the sounds of thunder. Every now and then, silver-white-blue streaks of lighting snake across the darkness and break my reverie. Perhaps, it was on one such dark evening that a wise man, drunk on the beauty of the elements, came up with the adage about the silver lining in the dark cloud. I sit snug in my favourite chair on the porch with a cup 0f steaming hot masala chai and my cuddle bunny, Ging, in my lap. She hates the lightening, the water which drums on the grill and gently splatters us every now and then , and she absolutely abhors the roll of thunder. I am quite sure Ging would have been cowering in some dark nook of the house, probably under our bed, it had not been for my dogged determination to watch the heavens above go about their task of washing the world around me. Her sacrifice overwhelms me and my heart wells up with an indescribable sensation of love for my little kitty.
I am so glad that she is with me because in that moment in time, she completes my picture...Reinforcing my belief that sometimes in life, the forces around you conspire to add that magic master stroke on to your canvas to transform a special moment of contentment into one of pure unadulterated bliss.
Monday, June 23, 2008
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Snake Skin Kitty!!!
5 a.m & I am rudely jolted into wakefulness by yet another nightmare with the wicked snake beastie in it. And as usual, I lie in the dark with my heart racing at the speed of light, wrestling with the eternal question that besets me in the wake of this nightmare- Could there be a snake beastie under my bed waiting to pounce on me as soon as I set my feet to the ground?
It takes me quite a while to calm down and just as I am drifting off to sleep again, I am once again jolted back to wakefulness by searing hot ribbons of pains that course through my feet. And then I sense my feet, now in the vice grip of razor sharp pincers, being dragged slowly but steadily across the bed. As surreal as this experience is, the unbearable pain mitigates any fond hope I may have of this being another bad dream!!!..This is for real...my moment of reckoning with the snake beastie...my face off with my nemesis...
Steeling my quaking nerves and calling upon all the Gods in heaven, I sit up ramrod straight to confront my nemesis. And I am met by a pair of luminous kitty eyes glinting evily at me. Ging!!!
I haven't the faintest idea as to where she was trying to drag me off to by my feet at that unearthly hour but the experience was all that I needed to eat my words about missing the good old Ging. I guess I spoke too soon. And I should have figured that the aliens would never ever keep her, even if it signified the end of their research of active life forms on planet earth. The peace was good while it lasted and I am glad I made the most of it because it is going to be a snowy day in Chennai before the aliens come visiting again!!!
It takes me quite a while to calm down and just as I am drifting off to sleep again, I am once again jolted back to wakefulness by searing hot ribbons of pains that course through my feet. And then I sense my feet, now in the vice grip of razor sharp pincers, being dragged slowly but steadily across the bed. As surreal as this experience is, the unbearable pain mitigates any fond hope I may have of this being another bad dream!!!..This is for real...my moment of reckoning with the snake beastie...my face off with my nemesis...
Steeling my quaking nerves and calling upon all the Gods in heaven, I sit up ramrod straight to confront my nemesis. And I am met by a pair of luminous kitty eyes glinting evily at me. Ging!!!
I haven't the faintest idea as to where she was trying to drag me off to by my feet at that unearthly hour but the experience was all that I needed to eat my words about missing the good old Ging. I guess I spoke too soon. And I should have figured that the aliens would never ever keep her, even if it signified the end of their research of active life forms on planet earth. The peace was good while it lasted and I am glad I made the most of it because it is going to be a snowy day in Chennai before the aliens come visiting again!!!
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Kittypup!!!
Ging seems to be undergoing an identity crises of sorts !
I am not entirely sure what has brought this on but am hoping that my deadpan expression and overt lack of reaction will shake her out of what ever it is that is eating her. At the same time, I just cannot help but rack my brains to try figure out what the Beta moggie is up to...Could it be the trauma stemming from mommy's periodic disappearing acts from the moggie household? Not a pleasant thought that and one which is promptly stomped into nothingness by a conscience weighed down by guilt. Maybe, the stray copies of Vogue and Femina which now lie in the doghouse, have seduced yet another victim with their extravagant promises of a radical makeover. Ludicrous as this may sound, allow me to point out to all you dissenters that Ging is a monster of such devious devices that even the notorious Macavity would be put to shame. Nothing, I repeat, nothing at all can be put past this enterprising kitty. For all my theorising, this probably is just another one of her ' let's push mommy over the edge' gambits!!! *sigh*
All through the past week, Ging has been behaving in the most extraordinary manner. From a sonambulating kitty whose life revolved around her umpteen bowls of Whiskas, power tussles with mom and nightly cuddles with Dsk, Ging has metamorphosed overnight into a more responsible moggie. We didn't take much notice when she was up with the lark and set about to assist us with the supervision of our morning chores. To be honest, we didn't even realise that her intentions. So when our domestic help found herself being tailed by a very suspicious and highly vocal kitty, DSK and I paid no heed and blithely wrote off her vociferous mewy cribs and low growls as mere displeasure at the maid's presence. But we had to sit up and take note when Ging commenced regular patrols of the front yard, her beady eyes darting all over suspiciously in searching of armed and dangerous criminals...And the alarm bells were clanging loud and clear when she unceremoniously shifted her nap location from my favourite chair to the front porch and surprise of surprises, began napping with cocked up ears and a half open eye trained on the gate.
Fortunately for us, Ging seems to have a few lessr points to make with us and has brought down her aggresiveness several notches, prefering to be cuddled and hugged rather than engage in combat. I must confess that the sight of the wide eyed little mite stretched across DSK's broad ankles every night, desperately trying to maintain balance was a sight to behold. That she would eventually end up in an ignoble heap on the floor was inevitable. But all the same, it touched my heart to watch that trademark 'Nothing will prise me off daddy' look on Ging's stubborn face as she clung on till she fell, picked herself and clambered right back on. And it wrings my heart to watch her padding behind me all day long with her ' Lovie' face.
Its as if the mischievous cat has transformed into a feline pup of sorts..A suspicion which was confirmed when last night she strolled in, as cool as a cucumber, with a rather large but friendly dog in tow, just in time for a late night snack!!.
I was still mulling over this latest antic of her's when I happened to overhear our car cleaning boy ask Dsk if Ging was some kind of an hither-to unseen hybrid canine. For once I did not laugh. If it wasn't for Ging's dogged endorsement of Whiskas and her propensity for catnapping, I might have been fooled into believing that an alien space ship had transported Beta kitty to some unknown galaxy leaving, in her stead, some mutant dog encased in a feline body. Its not that I am not enjoying the puppy dog cuddles and lovies from Ging, but I kind of miss our old sparring matches and am kind of hoping that the aliens would come a visiting again to beam down our little kitty.
I am not entirely sure what has brought this on but am hoping that my deadpan expression and overt lack of reaction will shake her out of what ever it is that is eating her. At the same time, I just cannot help but rack my brains to try figure out what the Beta moggie is up to...Could it be the trauma stemming from mommy's periodic disappearing acts from the moggie household? Not a pleasant thought that and one which is promptly stomped into nothingness by a conscience weighed down by guilt. Maybe, the stray copies of Vogue and Femina which now lie in the doghouse, have seduced yet another victim with their extravagant promises of a radical makeover. Ludicrous as this may sound, allow me to point out to all you dissenters that Ging is a monster of such devious devices that even the notorious Macavity would be put to shame. Nothing, I repeat, nothing at all can be put past this enterprising kitty. For all my theorising, this probably is just another one of her ' let's push mommy over the edge' gambits!!! *sigh*
All through the past week, Ging has been behaving in the most extraordinary manner. From a sonambulating kitty whose life revolved around her umpteen bowls of Whiskas, power tussles with mom and nightly cuddles with Dsk, Ging has metamorphosed overnight into a more responsible moggie. We didn't take much notice when she was up with the lark and set about to assist us with the supervision of our morning chores. To be honest, we didn't even realise that her intentions. So when our domestic help found herself being tailed by a very suspicious and highly vocal kitty, DSK and I paid no heed and blithely wrote off her vociferous mewy cribs and low growls as mere displeasure at the maid's presence. But we had to sit up and take note when Ging commenced regular patrols of the front yard, her beady eyes darting all over suspiciously in searching of armed and dangerous criminals...And the alarm bells were clanging loud and clear when she unceremoniously shifted her nap location from my favourite chair to the front porch and surprise of surprises, began napping with cocked up ears and a half open eye trained on the gate.
Fortunately for us, Ging seems to have a few lessr points to make with us and has brought down her aggresiveness several notches, prefering to be cuddled and hugged rather than engage in combat. I must confess that the sight of the wide eyed little mite stretched across DSK's broad ankles every night, desperately trying to maintain balance was a sight to behold. That she would eventually end up in an ignoble heap on the floor was inevitable. But all the same, it touched my heart to watch that trademark 'Nothing will prise me off daddy' look on Ging's stubborn face as she clung on till she fell, picked herself and clambered right back on. And it wrings my heart to watch her padding behind me all day long with her ' Lovie' face.
Its as if the mischievous cat has transformed into a feline pup of sorts..A suspicion which was confirmed when last night she strolled in, as cool as a cucumber, with a rather large but friendly dog in tow, just in time for a late night snack!!.
I was still mulling over this latest antic of her's when I happened to overhear our car cleaning boy ask Dsk if Ging was some kind of an hither-to unseen hybrid canine. For once I did not laugh. If it wasn't for Ging's dogged endorsement of Whiskas and her propensity for catnapping, I might have been fooled into believing that an alien space ship had transported Beta kitty to some unknown galaxy leaving, in her stead, some mutant dog encased in a feline body. Its not that I am not enjoying the puppy dog cuddles and lovies from Ging, but I kind of miss our old sparring matches and am kind of hoping that the aliens would come a visiting again to beam down our little kitty.
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