This happened to me a few years ago. I was still in grade school back then.
I came back from school one day and I could hear noises in my backyard. It was as if a small baby was crying. I went to the backyard to find an injured cat. In the distance I could see a bigger cat running for the bushes. I knew what had happened. The injured cat was in bad shape. I went inside and brought a first aid kit. As soon as I finished bandaging the cat, she stepped away from me. I was surprised that she was scared of me.
The next day mom was making kheer. The cat was already at the backyard door when I came from school. I went out and gave her some milk to drink. She was delighted and finished it in the blink of an eye. I decided that I was going to call her Felix.
After that her visits to the house became more and more frequent. I started spending more and more time with her. She would sit at the door waiting for me everyday and I would come back from school and feed her. It became our little ritual. I had never had a cat before in my life, so I didn't know how to play with her. I just sat down beside her and tried to understand what she said to me.
The day I saw her "other side" was the day mom cooked fish. Felix was completely out of control. She was clawing at the door with all her strength. Mom gave me some of the fish to give to her. I remember she had almost eaten my hand in which I held the fish to give to her.
She was a shy cat. I remember once while mewing outside the backyard door, she had stepped on my foot unknowingly. She withdrew immediately after realizing. Once I gave her a dead honeybee to play with. It was fun to see her go mad at it.
A few weeks passed, Felix and I were closer than ever. Then one day I came back from school and she was not there at the door. I asked my mom about it and she said that she hadn't seen Felix either. I ran into the backyard calling her but she was nowhere to be seen. I was dejected.
A couple days later I heard the neighbor talking about a few cats trampled by a truck.
I came back from school one day and I could hear noises in my backyard. It was as if a small baby was crying. I went to the backyard to find an injured cat. In the distance I could see a bigger cat running for the bushes. I knew what had happened. The injured cat was in bad shape. I went inside and brought a first aid kit. As soon as I finished bandaging the cat, she stepped away from me. I was surprised that she was scared of me.
The next day mom was making kheer. The cat was already at the backyard door when I came from school. I went out and gave her some milk to drink. She was delighted and finished it in the blink of an eye. I decided that I was going to call her Felix.
After that her visits to the house became more and more frequent. I started spending more and more time with her. She would sit at the door waiting for me everyday and I would come back from school and feed her. It became our little ritual. I had never had a cat before in my life, so I didn't know how to play with her. I just sat down beside her and tried to understand what she said to me.
The day I saw her "other side" was the day mom cooked fish. Felix was completely out of control. She was clawing at the door with all her strength. Mom gave me some of the fish to give to her. I remember she had almost eaten my hand in which I held the fish to give to her.
She was a shy cat. I remember once while mewing outside the backyard door, she had stepped on my foot unknowingly. She withdrew immediately after realizing. Once I gave her a dead honeybee to play with. It was fun to see her go mad at it.
A few weeks passed, Felix and I were closer than ever. Then one day I came back from school and she was not there at the door. I asked my mom about it and she said that she hadn't seen Felix either. I ran into the backyard calling her but she was nowhere to be seen. I was dejected.
A couple days later I heard the neighbor talking about a few cats trampled by a truck.
ouch. sad.
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