1. A stray black cat had a litter of five tiny
kittens in an old shoe cabinet at one corner of our front porch.
Out of pity more than anything else, my wife gave leftovers to the poor cat and
later we started giving her fish. Consequently the porch began to smell of fish
and the feeding corner was infested with flies. For that reasons we started
buying cat food to feed the mother cat.
2. By the way, I should mention that my wife did
not used to like cats for one reason or another. We haven’t had any cat in our
house since we were married. She believes that their fur is a health hazard and
she would not want to worry about their pee and droppings. Hence, I was quite
surprise when she decided to feed the cat and I am glad for her on that score.
There seemed to be a change of heart, but in spite of that, cats must still
remain outside the house.
3. My second son, Yasir, who likes to feed the
cat, began calling her “Kak” short for kakak (sister). By and by everyone in
the family started to refer to her by that name. Before long the tiny quintet
were already staggering on their feet.
4. One day we noticed that there were only
three kittens left; two were unaccounted for indefinitely. We were afraid to
think of the worst that might have happened to them. But the worst was yet to
come.
5. One fateful night, after dining out we headed
for home. My eldest son, Syadhwan, was driving. Upon arriving at the front gate,
Yasir got out, opened the gate and began to shoo the kittens that were in our
way.
6. The next moment, thinking the kittens were safe
from the wheels, Syadhwan steered the car slowly through the entrance. Then I
heard a warning shout, but it was seconds too late. Both the front wheels had
crushed a couple of kittens simultaneously! Then there were sighs of remorse
and regret.
7. The incident was a wake-up call to all of us
to be more cautious at the wheel. From that moment on, we would take the
trouble to make sure the cats were at a safe distance from the wheels before leaving
or entering the porch.
8. Everyone in the family, my wife especially,
grew very fond of Kak and her little one which had imperceptibly grown up into
a fluffy, active kitten, bouncing about playfully. It was still dependent upon
its mother and stayed close to her most of the time. The children enjoyed
watching the kitten playing with its mother’s tail when she instinctively waved
it about.
9. Kak and her only surviving offspring
subsequently became more attached to us. She miaowed when hungry and rubbed against our legs.
At times when we were around, she would suddenly roll
on her back stretching her legs right out. My wife was so amused whenever she saw Kak stretching – extending her forelimbs forward and stretching out her toes whilst lowering
her chest to the ground and keeping her rear end raised.
10. After several weeks, it began to seem like
an “adoption”. We all wanted Kak and the kitten to stay at our front porch. Syadhwan
was planning to build a cat house for them. We served them cat food and provided
water for them to drink. Everyone was delighted to watch the lively and playful
kitten doing its thing. We all hoped it would grow up to become the family’s
pet.
11. But destiny had its own way. On that fateful morning, Yasir hurried through the front door on his way to a job appointment. As if having a disturbing thought, his brother made for the door to watch him go. I looked through the front window and saw Yasir reversing the car through the gate. Then I saw Kak rushing out from under the car as it went just past the gate. Suddenly, Syadhwan yelled out at his brother.
12. It was the kitten. It bounced in the air
once and dropped to the ground in front of the car, writhing in agony. Yasir
promptly got out of the car to witness the victim of his negligence pulsing for
a fleeting moment and then lay still on the ground.
13. I was dumbfounded. After
Yasir had left for his appointment, his brother buried the poor kitten at the grassy edge of the street
in front of the house. Everyone grieved the loss of the little kitten.
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