Last week brought a wonderful wonderful surprise. Diksha and I were mulling around the house a morning, and we hear this distinct meow….and we both freeze because we know this is from our ‘cat’ which has been gone over an year.
While we’ve fed fifteen odd cats since, this one was our cat, the cat that doesn’t know how to meow, (he just makes some weird near meow noises). She had adopted us when she was this little scrawny kitten and literally grew up in our house, sleeping in diksha’s bed, chilling on our couch, with rightful entry at will. When she disappeared we did a lot of asking around and looking around and eventually reconciled, though we never stopped missing her.
Now you know why we were so amazed to hear the meow after a whole year.
We open the door to find her outside, a little hesitant, a little scared, and we soon figured why……….she’d brought her kitten with her.
The reference to Born Free, for those not familiar, is the movie ‘Born Free’ which is based on a true story of a game warden couple who bring up a lion cub and at a point when they can’t keep her anymore they train and release it into the wild, and when they go back to visit a year or so later, she comes back to see them with her cubs.
If the tears came through in the movie at that moment, they did again, at home in this moment. Tears of being touched. The tears that capture moments worthwhile.
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