“Son, I’m going to show you how to get food today” father cat summoned his
son, a baby cat.
“Wow! cool dad. Let’s go hunting!” screamed the kitten enthusiastically.
“Hunting?” father widened his eyes “Ho ho hold it right there son. We don’t
hunt.”
“But we are the cat family. All our relatives hunt. Cheetahs, Tigers, Lions”
Said a disappointed son.
Father placed his tiny paw on the even tinier son’s shoulder “Look son, those
relatives of ours are fools. They run behind food, hunt it, fall down, get
wounded, chase another prey and finally by a stroke of luck get to eat
something. But we are most sophisticated of our cat kinds. We are… the house
cats. We have been worshipped by these humans for ages. They wash us, serve us
food, make us place to live, clean them regularly and what not. They even pick
up our droppings” winked the father proudly.
“Oh! I never thought of it that way” wondered the kitten.
“You are young still my boy. I’m going to show you how to control these pets
of ours. So, when I’m not around in the future you may hold the power over these
slaves and take good care of them” beamed the dad. The son accepted the
honour.
The mighty father took his son to the kitchen.
“This is the food store son. This is where our pets bring and save our food
so we don’t have to go out in the sun and hunt on our own. Now watch me
carefully. Observe and learn” said the father and walked towards the lady who
was preparing food for her kids.
“Hey you! You there. What’s your name again?” shouted the father.
The woman looked down at the house cat meowing at her. She smiled and said
“Well hello there Mr. Whiskers. How you doing?”
“Such a long name? All I asked was your name. Are you retarded? She answers
different each time I ask her name. Gosh our ancestors never taught these slaves
to talk”
The woman bent down to pick him up.
“No no no. No need to touch my feet” screamed daddy cat stepping back, trying
to be modest in front of his son. Normally he would allow her to pick him up and
pet him. It felt great.
Instead he beckoned his son to come inside the kitchen.
“Look fat lady. This is my son. You should know but I can’t trust your
memory. He is going to be the next ruler of this land. So whenever he wants
food, you give him. When he wants water, you give him. When he wants a massage,
you give him. When he wants to pee, you… uh… you provide him… place to pee. Do
you understand, you dim wit? Now heed my command or I will kill you right now.
As your master I order you to produce food before me instantly”
The woman felt sorry for the little cat meowing at her with sad eyes.
“Awwww, poor little kitty brought his baby kitten with him. You both must be
pretty hungry by now. Look at your eyes, all teary, watery. Here, have some of
this dish I’m preparing for the kids. Don’t tell them I gave it to you before
them” winked the woman and placed some fish on the cat’s bowl. The cat pushed
the bowl proudly out of the kitchen.
“Ha ha ha. That was fun. See son, that’s how it’s done. But I feel sorry for
scaring her to death” said the father guilt fully.
“Ha ha yeah dad, you’re awesome. She’ll be traumatized for life. I bet she’s
crying right now. ” added the son.
“Here, try this fish. That human maybe stupid but she makes great food” said
the father, munching on a bite not realizing that the fish was raw.
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