What’s love?

[Based on a true story.]

On a sad wintry morning Mitty sat on the window sill contemplating the distance of the road from her third floor window. “What if I jump? Will I grow wings and fly away to the roof on the other side of the road?” thought Mitty. Cats have nine lives say humans. Mitty wasn’t sure how true it was. She would never risk her life to find out. But risks happen to cats whether they like it or not. Cute and cuddly creatures that God sent to earth with sharp fangs, claws, and a flexible body and super sharp mind – that’s what humans think! Mitty doesn’t care. The warm sun rays falling on her body were the only solace for her at that time. Love was not an option for her. Filling up her tummy and being in the moment was all she cared for, till it happened! Love was unknown to her.

Mitty blinked her eyes enjoying the warmth of the sun, then decided to finish off the remaining fish on her plate. She went to the kitchen with eyes half closed, the warm sun rays still lingering on her whiskers. But, what’s that?!! The plate is sparkling clean. She never ate so neatly. Her human who serves her food had also not cleaned it. Then what happened? She could smell something strange, almost intoxicating. The smell was new to her and she was bewildered as the more she inhaled it the crazier she felt.

Without wasting a second Mitty ran towards the door and caught a glimpse of a black and gray striped tail vanishing down the stairs. The smell made her run after it, but by the time she reached the garage, it had mingled with the smell of mobil and petrol. Slowly she was coming back to her senses, but the sensation lingered on her mind. She didn’t feel hungry. She was waiting for the smell to appear again. She doesn’t know what love was. She only knew the irresistible smell that now controlled her entire being.

It wasn’t long before she got to smell him again and hear his sweet melodious mews. No matter how much she tried, she couldn’t mew as sweetly as he did. He was Mr. Perfect. Large built with black, gray, and dark green stripes all over his body, he was an imposing tom cat, but when he mewed, to her it sounded like honeyed milk pouring into her ears. His long striped tail made a swoosh on her heart. Whenever he moved his whiskers and blinked his yellow green eyes, she felt a ripple pass through her entire body. She let him eat the fish served to her. He was the only privileged one whom she allowed to touch her food and eat from her plate in front of her without receiving ferocious bites and scratches. He was special. She was his.

What’s a love story without a dark spot? Mr. Perfect Tom Cat had weak hind legs. He could hardly stand or move about if not for his strong front legs. They say that love is blind. Mitty had never heard such a thing. But she loved him blindly, without caring for his faults or his indifference towards her. He was her only friend after Chinks (her mom) left her. She would sit in front of him or lie down and look at him for hours. He would listen to her silent sadness with a grave yet comforting look on his face. He was much older than her and had seen the world in a way that Mitty would never know as a pampered pet. He was nobody’s pet. Mitty didn’t know that. She had grown those wings that she had always dreamt of. She was in love. She didn’t know that.

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