Our son-in-law, who drives a motorized tricycle, brought home two little kittens one day. He saw them along the road, thrown away there by the owner. That is how the cat owner disposed of the excess litters of their female cat. It’s inhumane, I should say. Kittens have the right to live, just like the humans.
When the kittens came to live with us we fed them with left-over foods. We never fed them commercial cat food. The cat grew over the days and weeks and, as they grew, they became smarter. They wanted to impress upon us that they could be useful. They caught the scavengers roaming the house every night. Every morning my wife was busy cleaning the floor of the dead mice.
Dhewal got his name from his mannerism. It is a word from the local dialect for always sticking his tongue out. After eating his food at night, he would go into the kitchen to ready himself for catching mice. The other one is Garfol, the night shift guard, that always stays beside our home phone. With their presence, our house became rodent-free. Both of them were well-loved by my grandchildren and my youngest son as well.
The other cat is Garfol, the night shift guard. He would always remain beside our home phone. With their presence, our house became rodent-free. Both of them were well-loved by my grandchildren, and my youngest son as well.
Since there were no more mice around the house, the cats took to going outside to hunt at night. One day, we were shocked to see Dhewal’s right front foot had been hacked up. It was terrible! We treated it with antibiotics. It took several weeks to heal. We pitied him. The culprit who did harm him was heartless, we believed. Since he was ill, Dhewal just stayed at the corner of the house, doing nothing.
Since he was ill, Dhewal just stayed at the corner of the house, doing nothing. Garfol changed his guarding area. He took over guarding the kitchen and the sala, the guest room. He never failed us to catch at least one mouse every other day.
As I mentioned, the house is almost mouse-free. Garfol went from catching mice to hunting house lizards. We stopped him and talked to him like a man. House lizards are friends. They eat pestering insects like the mosquitoes and other bugs. He obeyed us. But after that, we noticed that he never stayed at home at night. He went to our neighbor’s houses instead.
One day, he too came home struggling with a beaten left hind foot. We tried to hold him but he evaded us. If we forced ourselves to get him, he wanted to bite us. So we left him suffering from the pain in his foot. We gave him his food in the corner where he stayed. It was several days before he had recovered enough that we managed to hold him without resistance.
One day after we ate our supper. We had a family council to discuss the behavior of the cats and how they should be taken care of. We wanted them to stay safe and decided they shouldn’t scavenge from the neighbor’s houses. While we were discussing them, both the cats were seated in front of us. They were listening as if they know what we were talking about. After a few hours of interaction among us, we took our snacks and we also shared to Dhewal and Garfol.
My granddaughter and my wife were the ones who fed Dhewal. Adgel informed us that it had already been more than a day that Dhewal wasn’t around the house. My wife also noticed that. She went around our neighbor’s houses to look for Dhewal. She came home crestfallen, for there was no Dhewal. We worried in the house.
Finally, our daughter-in-law informed us that she heard from our neighbor who had seen Dhewal lately. She said that Dhewal was dead and he had been thrown away in some far place, wrapped in a plastic bag. When I arrived from work, my wife had told me about the fate of Dhewal. I wept. I couldn’t believe it. I missed the nights when I played with him and teased him. My wife missed Dhewal very much too. Every morning cleaning our backyard, she remembered the Dhewal. She had always cleaned the dead mice and rats which Dhewal caught and killed the night before.
We are affected by the loss of Dhewal. To those who killed our cat, where are their hearts?