bonds...

Photo by - Endevourme

Since when i can remember, we had pets in our house. Cats and dogs, that too in huge numbers. In my grandma's house, one day came a small cute cat. We liked her so much that we kept her , her daughter then and her daughter as well. During these three generations i learnt and understood a lot about them.The first one came when i was a baby. I dont even remember when she came and got mixed up with our huge combined family. She was black and white. I still remember playing with her, when i too was of the same size as hers. Often we kids used to pull her tail, touch and play with her kittens, but she never hurt anyone. Those baby cats were so sweet, we used to give them milk in a saucer and those small buddies used to get into the saucer and and go to sleep there. Apart from the pet-cats, some other cats used to visit our house. One of them even used to sleep on my bed. It is scary to wake up at night and find two round shining eyes of predator gazing at you.

We had a dog too, our own dog, moti. Not like foreign dogs we see now a days, but old styled, indian one. He had dark hair and used to look like a typical jungle dog, though we were never scared of him.

Our neighbours dog, tina used to come our house almost everyday, she was a lovely playful dog and we were really fond of her. When neighbour got shifted some other place, while going, they asked whether we could keep tina for one week till they get settled in their new house. We happily agreed. First day was fine. But next day she stopped eating altogether. Finally our neighbours' son came to take her. It was only after seeing him that she ate something.

Once a small cute puppy came to our house. The only reason my mom allowed it was it had an understanding of 'calls of nature' and never we had to clean up. One day it vanished, god knows where. We searched a lot, but in vain.

Only once i was bitten by a dog, a pet dog, not ours. He was a very calm animal , but one fine day, he went mad, and attacked me. He bit me 4-5 places and gave lots of cuts. 3 injections. I remember two people holding my hands legs and a nurse putting a needle in my stomach. That was so horrible. The rule is you have to take 3 injections and keep watch on the dog, for one month. If nothing happens to the dog, no worry. If something happens to him, take 11 injections more!. Fortunately the dirty dog ran away only after 2 months.

Now a days i hardly see any cats here. Sometimes when when i come across, still i feel the same connection. Cats, dogs, they live a very natural life. They dont complicate life like we do. They live by their own rules, and they are more close to nature than us. I have seen animals too have attitude and they understand us. They belong to a world that is without language, without words but rich with feelings and instincts.

PS: I am dedicating this post to a cute doggie, unfortunately lost somewhere in the sands of time...
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