~ Our New Guest…~

She has formed her own throne, there is no time she comes and pays us a visit but when she comes, she makes no noise and makes her presence felt via a silent image. She sometimes “meows” to make us all believe that she is just sitting outside but when we get to see our new guest, she gets cautious as her eyes tells us.

It was today that she meowed after a while as I could not see her presence in near past, all sorts of demon thoughts made into my mind as she has no less enemies in our vicinity – the canines are well aware of her presence and always are on the prowl – she knows this fact and has been stalwartly fighting her presence in the street. We sometimes hear the cat-fight she does with her siblings as she has one or two, this makes the street canines aware of their location but the winter sun makes them as lethargic as they shamelessly lay bare on the pathways not to care about their hunt!

The night belongs to the dogs as much as it is for the dinner for the feline , she comes sheepishly to have her evening sustenance but is equally aware of the hunt she can be a subject to – she knows that her foes are awake and active in the night as they foolishly bark under the darkness of the long wintery night…

The cat and dog game continues to intrigue us as this a new marvel in our locale but it is as much of  interesting parable she has become the cynosure of all eyes to see. She is beautiful and dusky; her intriguing and sharp looks excites us all. I have not been able to make her my friend though she knows and recognizes us amply. Many a time, she has paid us a visit secretly and we didn’t had her presence felt , the only evidence she leaves is the mud ridden paw marks on our invertor…the kids love the saga and eagerly await her next visit…

Sometimes the kitten comes with her sibling looking for her evening meal but finds nothing to nourish on, not even the leftovers of her rivals, though she still might have a plan be as I see her often storing her meal for those bad times. She surely has an advantage of being frisk and agile in her movement quite unlike the bunch of mongrels who run after her not to catch her at the end. The race is comfortable won by the cat as she stands the champion of the marathon, a quick jump over the tree is her life savior and the dogs then helplessly wait for her to come down. Soon after , the patience of these mongrels die down and they walk away for their own walk but the cat is as aware as she can be and comes down after a careful recce of the situation, after all its her life and she owns the sole responsibility of it!!!