There’s no bounds to how much I miss this dumb cat. He wasn’t even ours, he just chose us one day and decided he’ll be the boss of our home and wrap us all around his little finger. He’d come and go at any point and meow until his cries echoed at least 4 kilometers away, slap our dog a couple of times and sleep and sleep and sleep. We named him Gunda, and through him it was truly evident that cats are the world’s most nonchalant, entitled brats.
But damn he was a clinger. He LOVED human interaction and always clung to us so we wondered how he could be a wild cat with such inclination for attachment. And then the monster also always wanted cat food, warm and freshly made dosas and soft surfaces to fall asleep on. We enquired around but none of the neighbours owned him/knew whose he was. So he was ours. And then a couple of months ago he disappeared and never came back; we had to assume he mistook a python for a soft surface and fell asleep atop it or something. Idiot.
I like to believe that animals find us and there’s some spiritual-level gravity to it. Maybe Gunda grew wings and returned to the cosmos after his very enjoyable stay with us. Maybe someday he’ll return in some other form.
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