Dear friends,

        Many of you may have the experience similar to what I am going to share with you now.  My residential quarters is within an area of around 20 acres, well-protected by a high-rise compound. Barring around 10 blocks of apartment structures, the area is virtually an open space.  With sea nearby a gentle breeze comes in making it a perfect place to live in.  The residents can walk morning or evening and do their exercise bit without ever leaving the residential area.  Thanks to the vast open area, some bushes have managed to survive, making it a safer haven for cats.  Now I am nearing the little joy.

     A mother cat bore three little ones and all them are growing up in the vicinity.  Among the little ones,  a little cat has come to be my favourite.  White coloured with only tiny patches of block, Woo! it is just beautiful.  One day morning it was meawing.  I was standing close by and looked around to see why?  Their mother cat was not around.  Probably it was hungry.  I brought some food from my home and placed  before it.  Casting glances at me, it happily swooped on it to fill up it's belly. 

     That day onwards, it has become a morning ritual to feed the cat.  After some days, the cat comes flying out of nowhere when it sees me approaching at 9 in the morning.  Still some days roll by, the cat sit slooking in the direction I am coming!  After finishing it's breakfaxst, the cat lies down blissfully with it's eyes closed.  I use to place my feet on it pulling it all over it's body gently massaging it.  The whitie cranes it's neck to see who it is and what I am doing, goes back to sleep still more blissfully.  I am so accustomed to it that I can lift the lovely little one in my hands.  Normally, a cat gives a frightening look and runs away.  That is the beauty of a pet.  The only difference being it is growing in ther open and i am not keeping it in my home. 

      Narrating this morning episode also brings me back the memory of a cat during my school days which was in the household itself.  Again a white coloured beautiful creature- a member in our family. During winter days, it snuggles close to me in the bed during night.  Several times it I awoke with a hard hurt meaw sound only to see the lovely one being trampled under my feet.  I went back to sleep after extricating it from my feet and allowing the cat to stay in the bed.  We did not eat for two days when the cat died as every one was fond of it, nearing it,  playfully chasing it, feeding with whatever we eat.  The school day joy has been rediscovered in the mornings. 

      I hope you have liitle joys of yourn own.  This joy ride might have rekindled your memories. 

    Thanks for reading. Forget not to leave your imprint here.

   Kandasamy Mohan

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