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FOR THE LOVE OF A KITTY CALLED UTTAM

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SANGEETHA KAMATH

 


Meowlllo Sangeetha,

I bet you're glad to receive a reply from me. I can imagine you waltzing the Happy Dance and quite enthused to show off my picture and letter on your social media, yes? 

Ah, my fan girl let me tell you that there's a crowd of people crazy about me, but who did I choose to reply? 

You! 

Feeling honoured, I know! Ha! It's hardly everyday that anyone receives attention from the lineage of royalty.

Look around. Isn't it quite a view from where I'm sitting. I keep an eye on my kingdom from my favourite vantage point. I love sun drenched pools. I have vague memories of a place I originally came from.

My mom, Narayani tells me it's Egy.. Egypt..yes that should be right. And whenever I'm upto my shenanigans she cries out loud—"Holy Bastet!"

It sparks a Deja Vu in me but…there I lost my train of thoughts.

Today my mom has yet to open up my bed which has a lot of clickety-clackety buttons. It warms up and I snuggle on it. 

My mom has an impatient look sometimes, a puzzled look at times and most of the time she doesn't mind when I stretch on it and refuse to budge for hours. Here's a secret: I do it deliberately. What else needs more attention around here than me? Tell me!

She likes clicking my pictures of eating, running and well…candid shots. 

Candid shots are trending for cats with a star quality about them. Am I bragging, Sangeetha? No don't answer that. Humans like you once upon a time bedecked me with jewels and precious stones and bowed down to me! Ha!

Wait a minute! There's an aroma wafting from the kitchen. Mom is cooking Macher Jhol today. Psst…I know how to say Macher Jhol, I don't get my tongue in a twist where food is concerned…err fish.

I'm in for a treat and a long snooze after I gobble up lunch. That's a cat's life! Jealous yet, human? Meow heeeheee…

Go on girl, splash my pic and letter on your social media.

Mom's calling me…gotta rush.

Lots of love to my Top Fan! Meowwwbyeee

"Uttammu…Uttamuuu…where are you? Lunch is ready! Oh Holy Bastet! What are you doing on my laptop? Uh, how did you switch it on? Were you…were you typing? You type? OMG! OMG! That's a long letter…a very long letter to... Sangeetha!"

Narayani looks on stunned…Did Uttamu just wink at me and...was that a hint of a chuckle?

Pic Courtesy: Narayani Manapadam 🤗🤗💖

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