Epilogue; Of cats and men

Oh, I wish I had a photograph of them!

We have two cats, or should I say, the two cats have us. The female gave birth to three kittens a couple of months ago. Two of them, the rough and tumble kind, were given away to friends a couple of weeks ago. However, we still retain the runtiest and cutest one, named Larima by my son. (Why? Well, that’s another story.) From the beginning, we were afraid about how the uncle/Mama (imagine such baddies as Kansa) tomcat would react to the kitten. So we largely tried to keep the ‘man’ out of the house during these trying times. Whenever, we went out, we would lock the kitten and the mother in and keep the uncle/Mama/Sheru on the other side of the shut windows.

But then we started noticing something. When we put food or milk out for the cats, uncle Sheru would wait patiently for his sister and niece (?) to finish eating before he poked his maw in. Then we noticed something else. Larima could intimidate Uncle Sheru. When she (we’re guessing she’s a she- no positive confirmation though) moved her tiny self towards him, he’d move his bulk out of the way pronto.

STAGE THREE
Once we were reassured of Sheru’s intentions, we stopped locking the windows when we went out. Coming back from a wedding a few days ago, we were amazed to see Larima curled up in Sheru’s lap, sleeping blissfully- the mother to be seen nowhere.

THERE’S STILL ANOTHER STAGE
This evening, the funniest sight of them all met my eyes. Sheru was vigorously grooming Larima.

If cats can do it, so can us men surely!

P.S.
Three cats is one too many in our small home. If any responsible person wants to adopt Larima, please contact me.