I come back to my room after my CSD class gets cancelled. I find her standing in front of my room. She looks at me in helplessness. Her eyes do the talking, "I have been waiting for so long. I have urgent needs. Where have you all been?" I don't pay heed to her. As soon as I unlock the door, she tries to enter the room, but using my ninja skills I don't allow her. I try to chase her away from my sight since I am not at all in the mood to think about her problems, but she has other plans. She is pregnant.
I latch the door from inside and try to sleep. She stands outside, almost faithfully! Wailing in front of my room for almost half an hour, her cries become more and more desperate. Her screams become curses, waking up the humanity in me. I head towards the door. Was it my kindness that did me in? Or was it the guilt of neglecting an entity in pain? No, neither. Damn, cat eyes are so cute and persuasive!
I open the door a few inches. Blocking her way by standing in front of her, I want to know her intentions before I let entry in my private space. Realizing my dislike for her rudeness from the past, this time she doesn't try to enter just yet. Instead, she stands there softly meowing as if asking for my permission. But the price for my private space is higher than that. I wait for her to bid higher. Then comes her killer attack again. Her eyes!
As soon as I make way for her, she directly heads towards the lowest compartment of my cupboard as if she knows every nook and corner of my room! I am touched. Then the realisation dawns: every damn room in the hostel looks the same! I was deceived. Fuck.
Amongst a pile of age-old newspapers and empty plastic bags, she tries to make herself at ease. Her worries are partly placated now that she feels protected inside my room. Tearing a few newspaper pieces here and there, moving a couple of plastic bags, she finally seems to settle down. Like a National Geographic fellow, I am watching every move of hers. So vetti. So foolish.
After some time, she stares at me, gives me the "I am watching you" look. You want a game, bitch? I also stare at her. I win. She wails softly acknowledging her defeat. She tries to sleep but sleep has a high price today, which her tense mind is not willing to pay. She opens her eyes again, just watches me silently, probing my conscience. Frankly speaking, I have no fucking clue what she wants.
I text two of my (vettiest) friends Umang (Goti) and Deepak (Flashing). They have some prior experience with the feline species. I describe the situation through a long text as both of them don't answer my calls. (Flash was probably asleep and Goti was... well, let it be. He likes to ride solo! ;)) Goti replies back:
Panic mode. On.
Knowing well that no amount of "chu-chu" (the weird noise humans are able to make using their tongues and which somehow attracts dogs!) will help, I try to forcefully drag her out. Well, well... she is not going to give up so easily. I am defeated, partly because I am afraid to hurt her and partly out of fear that she'll become aggressive. She gives me a miserable "pretty please" look. This time I am not deceived.
I call Surya, my neighbour, for help. As soon as tell him the problem, he is annoyed at the fact that I let her inside. Apparently, she tried her spells on him too, but he was more well-informed and clever. The first thing Surya says to the cat in an attempt to drive her out makes me laugh my insides out. Come baby. Come out, baby. Baby! LOL. Yeah, right!
We try to scare her out. Loud claps. My spare Mardi Gras sandals hit against the cupboard. The irritating noise made by plastic bags. Nope, nothing works. Surya suddenly remembers and fetches a box used by the vetti duo (Goti and Flash) for the cat's delivery in an earlier incident. With the box in front of her, our "chu-chu" begins again. It almost works. But at the last moment she realizes it's a trap. Fuck.
Irritated, we start accusing her of being a slut. Aate jate pata nahi kaha se thukwa ke aa jati hai! R**di saali! Incidentally, she makes a mistake. Haah! She changes her pose. Her back is facing us now. We force her out; due to her misplaced hind legs, she cannot resist our drag as effectively as before. In the box she goes. Win!
* this particular piece of information confuses me. If she gave birth last week, how can she be pregnant with a few more kids. Don't cats give birth in an all-or-none fashion? o_O Then again, maybe it's just a different cat.
I latch the door from inside and try to sleep. She stands outside, almost faithfully! Wailing in front of my room for almost half an hour, her cries become more and more desperate. Her screams become curses, waking up the humanity in me. I head towards the door. Was it my kindness that did me in? Or was it the guilt of neglecting an entity in pain? No, neither. Damn, cat eyes are so cute and persuasive!
I open the door a few inches. Blocking her way by standing in front of her, I want to know her intentions before I let entry in my private space. Realizing my dislike for her rudeness from the past, this time she doesn't try to enter just yet. Instead, she stands there softly meowing as if asking for my permission. But the price for my private space is higher than that. I wait for her to bid higher. Then comes her killer attack again. Her eyes!
As soon as I make way for her, she directly heads towards the lowest compartment of my cupboard as if she knows every nook and corner of my room! I am touched. Then the realisation dawns: every damn room in the hostel looks the same! I was deceived. Fuck.
Amongst a pile of age-old newspapers and empty plastic bags, she tries to make herself at ease. Her worries are partly placated now that she feels protected inside my room. Tearing a few newspaper pieces here and there, moving a couple of plastic bags, she finally seems to settle down. Like a National Geographic fellow, I am watching every move of hers. So vetti. So foolish.
After some time, she stares at me, gives me the "I am watching you" look. You want a game, bitch? I also stare at her. I win. She wails softly acknowledging her defeat. She tries to sleep but sleep has a high price today, which her tense mind is not willing to pay. She opens her eyes again, just watches me silently, probing my conscience. Frankly speaking, I have no fucking clue what she wants.
I text two of my (vettiest) friends Umang (Goti) and Deepak (Flashing). They have some prior experience with the feline species. I describe the situation through a long text as both of them don't answer my calls. (Flash was probably asleep and Goti was... well, let it be. He likes to ride solo! ;)) Goti replies back:
"You are doomed da! That cat is evil! She has our whole wing traumatised. We're all scared to leave our windows open! She opens the velcro and nestles in everyone's cupboard -- exactly like you described. Last week she gave birth to triplets in Anand's room*. During the summer vacations she gave birth in flashing's room which was full of cat poo and hair after 3 months. Last sem in Nisarg's room. Beware da! Drive her out. But be careful. She is stubborn; has clawed me once and bitten Jusi. We have made her a home atleast 5 times in 5 different places but she always abandons it! Drive her out right now or she'll stay there forever. Once she gives birth it'll be really difficult to do that -- she'll become very aggressive and protective of her kids! All the best!"
Panic mode. On.
Knowing well that no amount of "chu-chu" (the weird noise humans are able to make using their tongues and which somehow attracts dogs!) will help, I try to forcefully drag her out. Well, well... she is not going to give up so easily. I am defeated, partly because I am afraid to hurt her and partly out of fear that she'll become aggressive. She gives me a miserable "pretty please" look. This time I am not deceived.
I call Surya, my neighbour, for help. As soon as tell him the problem, he is annoyed at the fact that I let her inside. Apparently, she tried her spells on him too, but he was more well-informed and clever. The first thing Surya says to the cat in an attempt to drive her out makes me laugh my insides out. Come baby. Come out, baby. Baby! LOL. Yeah, right!
We try to scare her out. Loud claps. My spare Mardi Gras sandals hit against the cupboard. The irritating noise made by plastic bags. Nope, nothing works. Surya suddenly remembers and fetches a box used by the vetti duo (Goti and Flash) for the cat's delivery in an earlier incident. With the box in front of her, our "chu-chu" begins again. It almost works. But at the last moment she realizes it's a trap. Fuck.
Irritated, we start accusing her of being a slut. Aate jate pata nahi kaha se thukwa ke aa jati hai! R**di saali! Incidentally, she makes a mistake. Haah! She changes her pose. Her back is facing us now. We force her out; due to her misplaced hind legs, she cannot resist our drag as effectively as before. In the box she goes. Win!
* this particular piece of information confuses me. If she gave birth last week, how can she be pregnant with a few more kids. Don't cats give birth in an all-or-none fashion? o_O Then again, maybe it's just a different cat.
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