A Disgruntled Cat’s Diary
‘I need my space’
Hmph. My nerves are stretched. I cannot take this anymore. I woke up this morning and found her sitting in MY spot. The human that lives in my house, A, is the bane of my life. My routine is in chaos. I cannot think. My mane is sticking up. My eyes are bloodshot. My heart aches for outer peace.
Everything changed a year ago. Life was all mice till then. The humans, I live with, left home in the mornings. The minute I heard the keys turning in the front door, I stretched out of my bed. My daily routine began with a walk to my favourite spot on the couch, from where I watched the neighbourhood. Sometimes I saw Steve from next door. He was always sticking his head into the balcony, trying to catch my eye. He looked like he tumbled out of a washing machine after a spin cycle. When I saw his furry head sticking into the balcony, it was my cue to hop off my spot.
Then with vigour in my step, I pranced into the kitchen for breakfast. The day was then spent lazing on the couch, dozing on the human’s bed, sunning in the balcony, nipping about the house, high and low. Sigh!
Then life took a beating. I remember that day like that steak I ate for Christmas. Spring was springing, flowers beaming, birds singing, and I woke up late. A very different morning.No keys turned in the door. The humans were still at home and a year later — HERE THEY STILL ARE.
I do not mind the second human as much. He locks himself in a room all day and goes clickety clackety on his laptop. Stays out of my way.
The other human A,(I am clenching my claws as I write this), is everywhere. I think she starts talking even before her eyes open in the morning. She talks to the human, till he escapes into his room. Then she talks on the phone, for hours at a stretch. I no longer hear my thoughts. It’s her voice that echoes in my head. She is also in my spot just when I need it the most.
When she sees me, she has to coddle and pet incessantly. Even giving her a look, that has withered my arch enemy, doesn’t stop her. I never thought a day would come when I had to live a dog’s life. I need my space and this woman is up in my business. So needy. If only I could get my hands on that virus, that turned my world on its head.
An unlikely ally I have is her phone. She can stare at it with eyes wide open. At times she huffs in anger at something she read. She is tweeting, retweeting, sharing, liking and clicking. I mistake her for the dead at times but then I see her thumbs moving and I know all is not well. I get my revenge by hiding her phone. It is fun to watch her bring the house down while she finds her precious phone. These moments keep me going.
Today I heard her reading out an article. It said cats are suffering from depression due to covid — All because their people are at home all day. That is me alright.
The day this human steps out of my house, I will once again be king of my kingdom. When both these humans go away for days, out of sight, all meaning in my life will be restored. Till then, I suffer.
It’s nighttime and silent at last. She is meditating and the house settles for the night. She meditates to calm her mind, she claims. Her mind! Hold my milk, while I laugh.