My cat Kali killed one of the kittens right in front me & again I failed. I was there…I did whatever I could but how can a little kitten survive that sort of attack. He lived with us for 10 days. Now we only have a couple of photos & not so pleasant memory.
In a way, it was my fault. I brought them in my room, so they could walk a little & see what happened. He’s not even breathing anymore. It seems the angel of death is every where…following like some mad soul making sure that life shouldn’t have a chance.
It is so difficult to forgive yourself & now I have another story added to my list. This has been one hectic week. I discovered weird kind of things but nevertheless the week shouldn’t have ended like this. I hate it when it happens & it happens with me all the time. I look after some cat or kitten & the ones who really like me…they always die. It’s always the same story.
You know cats are the only beings who can make me cry now. I learnt long time ago that humans aren’t worthy of it. And I don’t understand what kind of a trial is this. 10 days, these kids lost their mother. If one of them had to die, why did he land over here? On top of it, I had to be there to witness the entire scene. What is the fucking point?
7 years ago, we saw this really little kitten (around 3-4 weeks old) trying to climb the stair. We decided to adopt him. He was such a pretty baby. We named him Cici. One day I was having my tea & I saw that he was running down the stairs…it is my most beautiful memory. After all when I saw him 1st he couldn’t climb the stairs & it seemed so very cute. Anyway he too was killed by one of my cat Chintoo. After that incident we became careful & after all these years, it has happened again.
