The love affairs brewing here.......

To hate a human is a cat's legal right and to be owned by a human is a cat's duty but to love a human is a cat's deepest folly. Its like choosing black tea over hot chocolate or a toy over a live mouse. My mother has had terrible relationships in the past, all because of her equally terrible discretion. Its like she really does not understand that anything whose whiskers glitter is not definitely a golden alliance (for all that she knows it might even be Mrs.Pandey with her female moustache on the morning before her salon appointment. ) Anyways, we are invariably drawn in the battle of my mother with love and betrayal.

1.We had met her first suitor in the litterbox where we were born, he left mother when tiloo bit him in the face. He was a model for a cat food company and Tiloo's teeth are pretty sharp (almost as sharp as my wit), so obviously he had to leave. But please do not make assumptions. We might have given him a bit of a scar on his face and some trauma but we absolutely did not render him unemployed. The last time I checked he was doing an ad campaign for a company which speaks against animal abuse. And FYI he seems to have made quite a place in people's hearts.

2. The second suitor I remember was from Mumbai and was a gym trainer and was pretty head over heels over my mother.  However, he wanted ma to exercise and lose the love handles she had gained during her pregnancy but on the contrary my mother decided to handle him with a pinch of love and a tablespoon of rebuke, she asked him to find some other " size zero cat" . She told him she was a typical "bhartiya nari" and the only thing she had in mind at the moment was her children. I have my doubts about it cos we were living with grandma at that time........

3. The third went the same way, well not his fault, the third guy is always jinxed (look at my third and horribly jinxed Tiloo). He was from Ukraine and had come to India on an Indian Rat's passport and also had to bribe his way through the immigration department at the "HELLO KITTY INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT,NEW DELHI".  My mother had invested in him because she believed that he would take her to USA. It was not until later that she realized that Ukraine was not in USA. Out he went tumbling......

4. The fourth one, well he was a profession of Cat History at the reputed Cat College of Patna. My grandfather had recommended this one. My mother however, believed that a professor of history, would always talk about the past and for other miscellaneous reasons we never got to know.  He was discarded.

    The last (as of now) and the most tamest of them all is my mom's current suitor, but he deserves a complete post and so Meow for now.........