If you’re a hoohaa feline fanatic, you definitely need to know this. And if you’re of those people who have hearts of steel, abhorring the mere mention of cats – then I suggest you… read on just for the fun of it. 🙂
We’ve been sort of taking care of a kitten for the past few weeks. She was part of a litter of four that a cute cat gave birth to in our apartment block. When the kittens began to grow up and ‘moved out’, one ended up around our apartment. She elicited the ‘she’s sooo cute and all alone, can we keep her?’ chorus (ref: Pumba in ‘The Lion King’). Ofcourse we couldn’t keep her as a full-time pet because of our allergies to cat hair. Thus, all we could do was give her milk and chicken bones, stroke her soft fur and be happy with that while we could.
She wasn’t allowed inside initially but our parents warmed to her cute antics so quickly that soon she was strolling around our apartment as if she owned the place. Also, once she hurt her foreleg somewhere and it pained us all so much that we kept her inside all day for two days and tried to make her as comfortable as possible. Alhamdolillah she recovered and got back to her bouncy, bite-y self.
These days, she’s growing faster and learning new tricks. First, she’ll wait outside our main-door for us to come out and then scramble to get inside. Once inside, she makes a beeline for the kitchen, specifically the waste basket which she eventually topples over in search for chicken bones, her favorite being fish bones (doesn’t that hurt her throat?).
But the best part would no doubt be the elevator trick. My father goes downstairs to the recreation hall for Fajr and she always follows him all the way down the stairs, getting in his way, all the while meowing in that cute little voice. Once she’s down, she usually doesn’t have a good idea of getting back to our (fourth) floor again and she usually waits for Abba to return from Fajr, then follows him all the way up.
Compensating for her strangely weaker sense of direction and location, is her sense of using an elevator. She’s seen us using it so often that now, whenever we’re waiting for it, she walks up to the closed doors and puts her paw on it – as if trying to get them to open! As soon as it arrives, she’s the first one in. And inside the elevator, you wouldn’t find her nervous or impatient (like some people are). Instead, she patiently waits for the doors to open and trots out. It’s just soooo cute!
She’s become our Elevator Cat and I’m going to miss her presence like crazy when we move out next week, InshAllah. Aaah… I hope they get those allergy-free cats out quicker… some of us just can’t wait any longer! 🙂