Among all my pets, Goldie has always been my favorite.
Infact, he had managed to charm everyone at home & all he had to do was say a pretty meow & he would get away with anything.
“Goldie, did you eat the fish from the tava?” “Meow (Oh, that was not meant to be eaten? 🙀But the tava was kept open.. )
” Goldie, did you sleep on the sofa? “ ” Meow ( Damn, I was just so tired today 😿) ”
He is the laziest guy I’ve ever seen. He used to not even get up to eat. We had to always keep his food separate.
But when it came to chasing poor Tuffy down, his speed was amazing!!
” Goldie, did you beat Tuffy? “ ” Meow (We were just arguing, no biggie 🐱)”
Goldie’s lone talent was jumping through the gate. And I bet he did that just because he was too lazy to climb the walls.
While the others hunted rats, lizards and cockroaches, Goldie would be like, ” Meow (I do not know what that species is😼) “
Even while the other cats played, he enjoyed his languid sunbathe.
He was a very handsome cat. He had this really big bushy tail that he sadly lost to an accident. But he survived that. He was a fighter. He was the Mufasa of my cat clan.
For me, Goldie is much more than a pet. He is one of my closest friends. I used to talk to him a lot. He used to hang around me all the time.
We had our “inside” things – like he would never get up from his perch till he saw me & I would know which piece to steal from the other cats’ share & give him from the ways he used to dig his claws into my jeans. Ouch Gold!!
I used to call him by ridiculous nicknames like ‘Oldie Moldie Goldie‘, throw movie and book references at him, we even have a song together!!
I have many fond moments with him and this is how I’ll always remember him – as my Golden Boy 💛
It was the first day of school. Her little baby was no more a baby. Pre KG. A small class yet such a big step for her daughter.
In her neatly ironed brown uniform and a firm ponytail, her daughter looked very eager. When they had tried to explain school to her as where the “nice teachers” will teach her “ABAB”, she had spurted up in delight and clapped enthusiastically.
Now at the door of the class, the teacher asked the parents to leave. Stooping down, she put the straps of the bag on her daughter’s shoulder. “Have fun learning ABAB”, she kissed her on the cheek. The teacher stepped in between.
The little girl went in happily. Then suddenly stopped as if she remembered she had missed something and looked back at the door. She didn’t understand why her mother hadn’t come in with her. Her mother went with her always.
The “nice teacher” was closing the door. Her Mamma was outside. Why wasn’t Mamma coming in?
She stared at Mamma till the teacher closed the door completely.
Outside, her mother stood unable to move and unable to get that image of her daughter out of her mind – round face draining of excitement and filling up with hurt; eyes that had filled with tears but not one drop had come out as she realised that Mamma was leaving her alone.
It was the day everything was changing for her. She was getting married. Leaving the comforts of her parents to go into a new house where everything would feel uneasy.
But it was bidayi time. She sat next to her husband in the car. As she rolled down the window to have one last look at home, she realized the only person she wanted to see was Mamma. Her home was her Mamma.
As their eyes met, hers automatically filled with tears. She was leaving her mother, her shelter. Fear and hurt crept into her heart. But she didn’t let a single tear fall out. Instead, she smiled at Mamma.
As the car finally took a turn and left her view, her mother let out the breath she had held for so long.
This would be another image of her little baby she would never forget – her beautiful face in all her bridal glory; and her eyes – in her eyes she saw that this time her daughter understood why Mamma let her go…..
"A mum who has to balance every aspect of her life, working full time, having 2 children under 2, one with a severe language delay, the other with a milk allergy along with my own mental health issues, as well as trying to maintain a healthy marriage. "