Essay on a Autobiography of a cat
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I am a cat and I was born right under your cot. No need to check now. It was long ago. Momma cat used to bring me food the first few weeks of my birth. That was indeed a golden time. We don’t have any formal names like you do. But momma called me ‘meoaw’ affectionately. I loved her very much.
Suddenly one day, ‘a black cat’ crossed my road. No, I am not being racist. I meant the black cat which you think is unfortunate. I woke up from my nap one afternoon and found my tummy rumbling. It was my lunch time and momma had not returned yet. “She must not have found something today and is still searching. Oh, poor momma!” I thought.
“She should give in for today. I can go without food for one day. I wish I could contact her.” I said to myself.
But we don’t have those cell phones you carry, on which you can talk to each other standing at any position on this planet. I decided to wait a little longer but could not find any sign of her. So I stepped out of my cocoon to begin my search and witness the world around on my own. I walked a few miles and then saw people gathered in the middle of the street. “Is there any festival going there?” I asked. I took a few steps further, trying to break through the fence of men. I tried to make my way through their legs when I heard someone saying, “Who is going to throw this cat carcass?”.
“What did she say? What is a carcass? But they mentioned the word cat” I said.
So out of anxiety I peeped through the legs of those men and got a glimpse of white fur. Moving my head further ahead I saw there,my mother lying on the road, almost smashed. I didn’t know what to do. I was completely numb. Someone picked her up by a tool and put her in a bag and walked ahead.
“What.. Where are you taking her? Meaaoow.. meaaooow.” I screamed running after the man. I don’t think anyone noticed because all they did was put her in a garbage van and take her somewhere. I don’t remember much of that now.
For the next few days, I was completely broken. I sat in the corner and wept, out of grief and hunger. We don’t have any funerals like you. Neither do we have Life Insurances stating if he/she dies you will get a free bowl of milk twice daily. She was my only family. Momma said my brothers and sisters had died at birth.
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When I was hungry as a kitten, I used to mew softly with a melancholy look. But no one cared to throw even a small piece of food towards me. I had led a helpless life for a few months. Then I began to steal food articles from the householder's kitchen. With time, I learnt how to open the bottom door of the refrigerator. I opened it easily with one of my front limbs and stole fish, meat, butter, cheese, milk and some other foodstuff. Then quickly I slipped away through the window. From there, I climbed the steps to reach the roof. There at noon, I used to doze for an hour or so. In this way, I became a little plump
I was then about five months old. One day a school-girl visited the house. She liked my appearance, and took me on her lap. I pretend to be a nice pet. She caressed me. I liked it. Because since my birth, I have always been hated, neglected, and beaten by men and women around. They attacked me cruelly and scratched my limbs many times. Now this girl has taken a fancy on me. She is carrying me home in a car. I am extremely happy. I will live with her in her house. hope that she will take good care of me.