Feral distraction

Scene: My maushi's place.
Witnesses: Cat and Dog
Crime: Not listening!

Mom: Listen carefully to what maushi is saying. She is giving suggestions for accommodation in Mumbai. I'll just freshen up.

Maushi (from what I remember): Blah blah blah....

Me: Yes yes.. Sure!

Later in the day..

Mom: So what did Maushi say?

Me: Errr... I don't remember.. I was too busy pulling out all the chairs to find out which one the cat was hiding under. When I pulled out the right chair, the cat jumped off and started running around the kitchen. The dog got excited and started following the cat. With great difficulty I caught the cat and picked it up to play with it. The dog then got jealous and started trying to bite off the cat's tail.. Amidst so much of drama, do you really expect me to pay attention to what maushi was saying?

Mom: X-(

The dog stalkers..

Time: Around 8 pm
Primary actors: A middle aged woman and a girl of around 20 (ok fine, 25! :P)

Scene: The women step out of their home on the pretext of taking a leisurely stroll to lose some weight and digest their food. They cover their faces with scarves and walk along at a "relaxed" pace. Soon, they reach the popular joint "Asian Melange". Walking a few steps ahead, they stop in front of the animal clinic.

Checking out the stream of puppies coming out of the store, after much deliberation they choose a small lab as the target of their attack. As soon as the owner steps down with the lab puppy held in her arms like a baby, the duo swarms up to the lady and start shouting "What a cute puppy!" "What's its name!!" "How old is he!" while thoroughly man-handling the puppy. Ultimately, the efforts to steal the puppy amidst a shower of ultra-coochie-cooing attention are foiled as the woman extracts the puppy skillfully from the duo, turns around, runs away and jumps into a car.

Damn! I want my own puppy :(

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In loving memory of Tiger

 

This is a picture of our tom cat in Dubai. His name is Tiger and he was the sweetest cat I ever knew. He used to hate being cuddled (like almost all tom cats) but he never ever scratched or bit any of my family members no matter how much we troubled him. He also said sorry to me once when he hurt my feelings by kicking me in the stomach and running away as I was trying to cuddle him. He used to hate tuna food and wouldn't even smell it if it was put in his bowl. He was the most pampered member of our family as Dad used to say "give the poor thing what he likes to eat" whereas if we ever called such hunger strikes, we were sent to bed hungry. When he was young, he used to love playing football with a piece of french bean. 

When Dad would come home in the afternoons, he would play with my Dad's tie. Most often than not his claws would get stuck in the tie and pull out a few threads, but Dad never used to mind. Tiger would patiently sit on the microwave when Mom used to cook and Mom would say to me and my brother "See? He's the only one who cares that I'm cooking alone here in this heat!". Whenever we used to trouble him, he would push his ears back, bare his fangs and give the most plaintive yowl he could give. One day though his puberty was much more than he could handle and he ran away. We all missed him very much and hoped to get a glimpse of him somewhere, anywhere, happily catching rats or chasing pigeons. But it wasn't meant to be. He really was the sweetest cat ever and I hope wherever he is, he is happy.