I do miss having a - Do you know, I was about to say 'a cat of my own'.
I don't think it's right to say that because from what we have all seen, people belong to cats and not the other way round!
So let's say I do miss living with a cat. Or I did until some days ago, when I first met one who lives in our compound. The night watchman lives with her and she allows him to pretend it is his house.
She's called 'Gunnu' and she is tiny and pretty. Her tail almost looks like a squirrel's and she's just slightly larger than a squirrel herself. Her fur's a mix of gray and brown. She's tiny, and she isn't going to grow any bigger.
I love the way Gunnu comes trotting out as soon as I go downstairs for my walk after dinner. First I hear a loud 'Meow' and then I see her charging full speed at me. She greets me so warmly, mewing all the time as she rubs against my legs and circles my feet. Then she does the entire walk with me, trotting hard to keep pace and not tiring of the repeated marches to the front gate and back. If she gets tired or hungry, she doesn't complain.
She follows me upstairs after pretending in that cat like way that she can't decide whether she's going to stay out or come in. Once in the dining room, she visits the corners to check for mice. She checks behind the cupboard as well. Then it is time for a quick inspection of the entire floor: Drawing room, verandah, guest bedrooms, and my room.
It's time for a little hide and seek there as part two of my evening exercise. Gunnu decides which nights we play and which nights we don't. See, when you live with a cat, she takes charge.
I am waiting to hear her purr. That's one of the happiest sounds in the world. I'll let you know when I hear it!
Cats. Cats make things happen. Believe me. I just sat down and wrote a story after years!