My Furry son , My Ambrie

It hurts to call him stray cat now. He came to the right place to occupy the right heart. He is beautiful like a pearl . Always talkative and speaks for himself . Tries to play with me . Almost an adult now but instantly turns into a baby as soon as I lift him up .

Well, I refuse to enter the heaven , unless he is given to me one more time . A heaven can’t be heaven without my lovely cats , also my life would be bland without them . πŸ˜πŸ˜ƒ

My watercolor sketch of my furry son” Ambrie, sleeping . πŸ˜πŸ˜ƒ

My cat umbrie . The day I found him as stray kitten. He ate and slept in the plate. Finally he had found a home of his own.” Love you Umbrie forever,”

My sleepy baby . #sleepybaby #sleepykitten https://www.instagram.com/p/CPaXKf_HXyL/?igshid=MDJmNzVkMjY=

My cat Alex had two kittens last week. She delivered them at an unknown place but then brought them home yesterday.

These lovely softballs reduce the stress about life. The black kitten absolutely hates my touch. But the white one lets me touch him and then observes me closely. At this point black one calls him back ( stupid come back she is not mom ) then the white one protests. And I let him go

They have strict lifeguard policies. They trust me more when their mom is around me and if I pick them up in the presence of their mom, they are quiet. Years of keeping cats made me understand them. Now I can write a book about their behavior. πŸ˜„πŸ₯°πŸ€©πŸ’“πŸ‘ΆπŸ‘ΆπŸˆπŸˆπŸˆ

My late cat Sallu

In loving memory of β€˜Sallu’ my cat

My cat β€˜ sallu’ left this mortal world last summer . He was almost a year old. He was a happy cat all his short life. He ate, played and was sprightly most of the times. I never saw him being indolent, or sad. He stayed active mostly. When he died, I gave him a decent burial and cried for his departure for some days.

What I analyzed is that we get sad when our pets die and we miss them terribly. But after some days we start feeling like they never left us. We feel like they again joined us, if only in our memories or in our dreams.

After β€˜Sallu’ left us I wrote a poem for him in the middle of night and then I decided to celebrate his beautiful time with us.

                                              Dear Sallu                                                                                               

Is that your grave or heap of our fond memories?

Mound of our sweet love,

So close to my heart, you little tuft of soul

Your kind of love, for sure I will never have again

And you will never know,

How much your departure triggered the pain 

You melted my heart for the last time

While breathing your last, you answered me back

your eyes had surprise, you questioned my crying

Dear mom would you let me go?

look I will be happy with my bubba brother

On the other side, we both will be together

Our forever home is in paradise  

With God everyone is happy and in bliss

We will never have misery, fear or illness

This world is only a chaos and a mess

We are promised nothing in this

And I conveyed to God your message

He promised to build a heaven and a passage  

Now wipe your tears, for I promise to greet you

With every rising sun and until the life is in you

Ours is the world there, most beautiful,

Unlike the one I have lived with you.