Our India
Writing the last months about Miga and Lorenza and chatting with my friends I came to notice one thing: With cats it happens the same as with humans. If you are a a nice guy and minding your own business, you may often go unnoticed, like my India…
And that's why today I'd like to pay a homage to HER, the silent, the patient and pacific, the not forgotten, but many times not mentioned, because she doesn't make the mieschief Miga does and is infinitely less complicated than Lorenza.
Because she also has her story.
It was in summer 2002, when children from the compound where I live, nursed a little kitty in a cardboard box in the backyard... I don't know where it came from, but I remember talking to the kids, hoping that one of them would take it home. Gloomily, without exception all of them responded that their parents wouldn't allow it. At that time I spent many hours working away from home and couldn't address the matter either.
Arriving September, and with it, the return to school, the kids had less and less time for the little cat, who began to venture out towards the street… a main road with 4 lanes. I wanted to help her, but barely had time for my own cats, so I grapped her one day and took her , wrapped in a towel, to my working place, where we had a controlled cat colony. And there she grew up, in the middle of the countryside, mentored by two young tom cats, who a had appeared the year before.
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She waited for me every day, to spend a little time with me before she resumed climbing up the trees or investigating the riverbed of a nearby creek.
When I had to quit the work for personal reasons, I brought her - now approximately 1 year old - home with me. And, contrary to what one may have expected from a cat raised in liberty, she adapted herself quickly to live in a flat and to the other cats, and never showed any interest in getting out. It's even more, she's the only one who never attempts to slip through a strip of open window, and never had any problem with any other cat.
She has the odd habit of sucking clothing, preferably with me stuck inside it - remnant of her motherless childhood - and even sometimes she sucks her thumb!
Furthermore she likes 'bobbin lace making' with the strings of my folding blind and has a vocation for informatics. If I don't pay attention, she subverts all, up to putting the desktop upside down and removing the keys from the keyboard, which increasingly more intuitive, because some keys have been lost to never been seen again…
Indi, my inconspicuous kitty, I love you!
On September 18, 2016, India transcended. Affected by the loss of her companions and with various ailments, although none life-threatening, her increasingly fragile body of a senior cat couldn't go on. After months of fighting like a lioness, se left how she wanted, without help, between caresses and at home. India, the discreet, the uncomplicated - the great.
Thank you for letting me to be with you until your last breath and beyond.
