Kalopsia

The Little Black Deed

Two dark brown eyes stared right back into two amber coloured ones.

The former wide with surprise and delight.

The latter in slits with alarm but a tinge of curiosity.

"Purrr."

The brown eyes widened, if that was even possible, and the rosy lips below them curled up in a mesmerized smile as her acquaintance finally broke the never ending silence.

The dark haired young woman adjusted the little brown eyed girl in her lap and lovingly caressed her hair with her cheek.

But the attention of the little one was fully arrested by her furry companion who took a hesitant step forward, finally giving up and emerging out of its little abode behind the tomato branches.

It was careful not to step into unknown territory alone, two white heads suddenly popped up from either side with matching amber eyes.

Both the mother and daughter gasped with surprise at the sight of the three. For the girl, it was the best gift she could have gotten as she first jumped with surprise then squealed and flailed her arms, trying to reach them.

The mother held her back and chuckled at her enthusiasm. Her daughter had always been excited about almost everything.

"Have been here for the past two weeks. Very obidient cats, madam. Very obidient." A gravelly voice affected with old age informed from beside them. The owner of the voice was an old man working on some new saplings of flowers that he had brought with a new shovel.

He was a man of good nature. Only ever frowned when little chirpy birds dared to mess with the fresh guavas that he grew. Mostly called the Gardener Uncle as he served for the Scott family for past many years.

"You should have told me earlier, uncle. My daughter loves these pawed ones." As she said, her fingers ruffled up the girl's thin black hair, then quickly smoothed them back. It was indeed a bit difficult to keep the girl still for a second, combing her hair earlier had belonged to the next level of hardship. "It is a morning ritual now. She won't let me bathe her until she has counted at least five stray dogs or cats." She sighed wiping imaginary sweat off her forehead.

The adults laughed as a loud burp left the girl's chubby mouth. Ignoring them, she went back to staring at her new found friends.

Undoubtedly, she found the black cat in the middle the most intriguing of them all. Its eyes contrasted sharply with its dark fur, highlighting the black slits for pupils even more. She noticed its movements with utmost fascination as it tilted it's head to the side at the sound of her burp. Its pointed ears would twitch back and forth everytime she would move.

"These cats are not wild at all. They can suffice with a single bowl of milk, I tell you. The sparrows fly away at their sight even though they never try to attack them. Such sweet cats.." The gardener uncle went on to praise in the background but his voice drowned in her ears as she watched with anticipation.

The furry friend had taken one more determined step forward while the white ones had shortly backed away in hunt for some naughty birds. It's eyes were solely trained on her, ignoring the chatter beside them. And finally the moment came when it lifted it's pawed limb.

The little girl was never the one to back out from handshakes as she too outstretched her arm towards the amber eyed gentleman.

But sadly a few metres of distance still kept them apart.

The mother didn't help at all as she stood up from her crouching position lifting the girl's form as she did. The girl let out a protesting groan but her mother must have mistook it for her want to finally bathe in the chilly water.