2010: The year that i loved and wished to forget

The year started with me getting drunk and wishing a bunch of friends. Then it involved me passing out and waking up sometime and somewhere i dont exactly remember. Having the deja-vu that has been rearing its ugly face again forcing me to ignore it, I felt that this year is gonna be the same. I was never so wrong in my entire life.

Jan passed like a piss in the sand so lets not get there. Feb was where the real life began. One random day, I was chatting up with a very good friend of mine talking about getting a tiger for a pet. This started with seeing all the "Save the tigers" ad on TV. I loved tigers for their attitude and wanted one. My friend told me to shut my ass and get a cat. On feb 6th, we went to Blue cross to get a cat. Before that we stopped at a pet store and got all needed supplies for the cat. When we reached Blue cross, we discovered that there were only 3 ginger kittens in the cage and none of them who wished to have anything to do with humans. Discouraged, I thought I should probably not get one. Meanwhile, went viral on facebook sharing my thoughts. This sparked a email from a good friend of mine which told me the lists of dos and donts for the cat. The main line i read in this email was the fact that I should get 2 kittens because 1 cat will get super bored if left alone. This inspired me to get a pair which led to me going back to Blue Cross on Feb 14th (yes i know about the cliché date) where i had more than 20 kittens to choose from. My friend told me to spend time in the cage and get to know the cats better before zeroing in on 2. Spent sometime with the cats that came to me and kept brushing against me. I was particularly attracted to this cat that was super cuddly. My friend told me that the cat was sick and could pop it any moment. Couldn't take the risk when i was about to become a fully fledged pet owner for the first time. The cat that stood out in the group though was a white kitten with brown patches that requested all of us to rub its tummy. It was a feisty cat with abnormal behavior. I chose this cat and another one that decided that it can rest happily on my lap and not care about me. Took the cats home to my roomies surprise and horror. Thus came into my world, Luffy and Nami.

Part 1: Knowing the cats and understanding their nature.

Thankfully to 2 of my friends who helped me out, i got the basics of cat handling. Yet, every time they did something i did not understand, a phone call was made. After a few billion phone calls with sufficient amount getting sworn at and a loads of information taken off the internet, I eventually became a good cat master after a few months. though upto this day, i still learn something new everyday.

Part 2: Them scary moments.

The first heart attack came when Nami used to poop all over the place in corners and stuff. I was unaware of this for a few days since it happened in spots of the house i generally dont visit. Then it started happening in visible places. I thought I had to clean the sand more often and started chucking the sand into the neighbour's house more frequently. Tried even flushing it down unsuccessfully. Still, she used to poop all over the place. I used to punish her when she did it in front of me. Thought the cat was disobedient and sprinkled water, hit it when it was pooping in places other than the sandbox. Spoke to my friend about it in detail and then she realized that the cat was not disobedient but had some stomach infection. Then she went on to tell me that it could get fatal unless i do something about it. I freaked out and went to the doctor in the fastest possible time ever set by man. The cute doctor assured me that it was a stomach infection and gave me pineapple flavoured medicine (seriously???) to cure it off. I cried in sleep that night. About 2 days later, the massive pooping stopped.

The second heart attack came when i noticed that Luffy was meowing non-stop irrespective of me letting him out or not. This all started when i found a 3rd kitten outside the house and kept it home to give it to blue cross. This kitten had mange which got transfered to both my cats. I was ignorant and hence unaware of this. Unfortunately, i discovered the extent of the damage caused when I went back to Hyd and discovered skin torn patches on my cat. Rushed them both to another doc who was claimed to be an expert and has much more knowledge on cats. A visit to the doctor and a few days of undiluted care later, I found my cats in the same condition as expected to be. This also included a few days of using dettol to clean wounds and then realise that they should NEVER be used.

Part 3: A reason to live

Moving forward from the scary moments, i sit back and think about all the events that happened between me and my cats. There were days when i used to be angry at them. There were days when i regretted having the cats because of the problems they created. This was at a time where i hated my job but could not leave it thanks to the cats. I could not live with any roomies thanks to them as well. I could not take them back home since my family is devoid of pet knowledge. But none of these could argue with the days when i felt on top of the world. The moments where they used to cuddle up in bed, lick my face, brush against me, sit on my lap, offer me the insects they killed, sniff any alien smell that i had, stole food from my plate etc were too many to counter any negative effects they had on me. I was an idiot to realise that late but when i did, i knew how loving and unique my cats were. Especially with Luffy. He is the cat who troubles you the most yet the cat that you cant stop loving ever. I was most affected the 2 weeks I had to move back to Blore and was separated from my cats. Being with the cats has made me realise what true affection really is and the fact that i can really care about someone blindfolded irrespective of the negatives they carry. Unfortunately, this love has been reserved for only 2 cats. I know that I have to sacrifice the goals that I had made for myself but then spending time with the cats is the most memorable part of my life. It is a feeling that I can carry forward to my grave.

II: The year i wish to forget.

The year started on a plain note and continued until i got the cats and the time i spent with them. The things i wish to forget are the 2 relationships that i had and lost thanks to collective stupidity. To top it all, I have to live with the fact that my bike got stolen right in front of my own house with all members in the family awake. Just hope that the fuckhead who stole my bike dies in a slow and painful death.