The Frozen Cat………….
It happened in last year. One day while returning home, I saw a kitten in the stair of my house. The kitten was very beautiful. It was black and white. It was playing with a rope. I liked it very much and named it “Tooktuki”. Everyday I watch it playing. Sometimes I went near to Tooktuki and it was so small that I put it in my one hand grip. Tooktuki said mew mew. I liked its voice. One day I heard Tooktuki is crying loudly. I went near to it, and it started to crying even more loudly. I felt that it was hungry, very hungry. Quickly I bought a piece of bread from a nearby shop and gave it to eat it. Then it began to play again. I sat on the stair and saw the kitten playing. Tooktuki was very happy. It never had to think about the complex world. It just wanted to eat and play. How simple its life is.
One day I was walking in front of my apartment, I saw a girl throwing some fish bones to the garbage taking vehecle provided by the city corporation. How cruel they are. Tooktuki was looking at her with a hope if she threw a fish bone to him. No, she threw all the fish bones to to the garbage vehecle. People does not posses a soft feeling for the hungry animals arounds us. No middle class people in this city can keep a pet where I dewll in. Actually people are so busy with life complexity that we cannot manage time to fulfill out hobby. Specially the middle class people. Most of the time I do not stay at home, so I did not keep Tooktuki as my pet, because in my absense no one will look after it.
A few days later, I saw Tooktuki walking and limping. Somebody has broken its leg. Tooktuki’s eyes were wet, although it was not crying. I went near it. And watched its broken leg closely. There was a scar on its back. Somebody had beaten it on back. Tooktuki had nowhere to go, nobody in the city want Tooktuki to live. Everybody was so busy that they cannot afford to give Tooktuki some food and some shelter.
It was too cold here. It was January 15 I was in the varanda and wathcing people on the road. After sometime I saw Tooktuki on the road. I saw it sleeping in one side of the road. It was not moving for a long time although a lot of people going by. I went to it and touched it. Tooktuki was frozen dead. Nobody has a feeling about a street cat. I felt so sad. I found no place to bury it. A young man put it to the garbage vehecle. Actually, we can not ensure human safety, let alone a street cat. I heard some people are killed nearby frequently. So, how this people can get s soft feeling for a street cat???
