It was winter vacation [Dec 2009 - Jan 2010]. Staying awake at night and sleeping all day was the norm. But what wasn't, is hearing 'meaw' at 2.30 AM in the morning.
We don't own a cat.
Our house is kind of inside a maze, ground floor, you had to enter the main gate, cross past two other old, smelly houses and then reach our door. It was unusual a cat would find it's way till here. Strays are usually scared and run away when they see a stranger miles away. Then what was repeatedly meawing at our door?
We opened the door and before we could properly have a look at him, he turned around and ran off. Few minutes later, more frequent meaws, this time he didn't run away. He looked up at us and meawed with wide open eyes. A medium sized white cat with patches of stripes in grey. We didn't know what he wanted. So we did what anyone would do - give him something to eat. And what would you give to a cat? Milk ofcourse.
He drank the milk and started playing with us. Running between our legs and meawing like as if he ha been our pet for years.
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Non-FictionTragedy + Remedy Because lot of people asked me why I love animals the way I do Also because none of them waited to hear my story till the end This is an account on how animals, mainly cats came to my life and changed my whole direction
