And tht's how it ended.

Yeah, i knew it was gonna happen. I knew i was gonna loose her someday. But had never expected the doomed day to be this near. But that's how the world goes, i guess...
Kiki. Thats what i used to call her. Kiki - the cat. Kiki - my cat. And she was so cute. In the last post, i did mention that she was a strange cat, having literally no fear of any human being.
I never liked cats before her; and will never like dogs after her, i guess.

This blog is dedicated to some of the good memories of me and my cat. She was a real opportunistic kinda animal. (Does that ring a bell? Well, in my mind, it does.) She had mugged up the mess timings, i suppose. Go to eat, and you are sure to find her.At least i did, especially on the days when they served Fish. She had developed this habit of mewing loudly whenever she was hungry. Mny times i gave her a large part of my share of fish. And she ate that in no time. And after i wud finish feeding her, she would move away from me like she never knew me. (Again rings a bell. Dude, is my head a bell tower or what ? :P)

Every week i used to lift her up, and take her below a tap in the bathroom. You must have heard that cats fear water. I hereby, certify this. She used to twist and turn like hell, but man, i, with my strong arms and indomitable spirit, did not let her go, till she was completely drenched... And after that, i lay her down, and she used to lick her whole body and her white fur glistened like snow, thanks to me, :P.

But her best feature was her set of beautiful eyes. The light brown pupil wid a green lining at the outside. I just could not help myself from offering her a piece of my fish, when she looked up to me and mewed...

And on tht unfateful day, when she lay before me on the mess roof, all dead, i still could appreciate her cuteness and her beauty. The fur was still glistening, and the body had neither shrunken nor rotten... I could see her eyes too, they were as shiny as ever. I seemed that the parting of soul had happened not long ago. A few hours, i guess.

And i swear i felt very strange when i saw her dead. I felt like lifting her up and fondling her. I felt like feeding her. I felt like taking her to the bathroom, and drenching her, I felt like tying my bunch of keys to a string and hang it in front of her so that she might play with it. You know, cats love to play wid things hanging from a string... I felt like letting her sleep on my lap while i mugged up the book of Financial Management... like she always did.

Death is a strange thing, i tell you. It leaves everything stoned. This was the first time when someone whom i loved, died in front of me. (Yeah, tht's true. I never lost to death anyone whom i loved, before she died.) There she was. All still. And i could not believe she was dead.
But I guess, i had to.

Some people say, i make a lot of fuss for nothing. After all, she was only a cat. A cat in a hall of residence. And hence, i should not brood over things.

But she was not just any cat. She was THE cat. My first Pet. And i have some very good memories associated with her. Isn't it weird that I got attached with a cat to this degree within two months???

Lastly, on an optimistic note, They say that a cat has got nine lives.(At least the Eveready Battery's Logo says that!!).
So, Kiki, you still have got eight lives. Nevermind. We'll meet someday. And yes, thanks, for giving me some of my best moments till date, with a 'non-human' animal.



Alec.