A Kitty Called Uttam- 2

A KITTY CALLED UTTAM-2

Mewlooo my most ardent fan girl,

Heard from my Momma Yani that you were missing my letters terribly. Well, life happened! Relocation to Jamshedpur was purely taxing on a tiny kitty soul like mine. Nine lives, yes, but what do I tell you? I write to you with trembling paws.

I flew! Of course not literally, but on a plane! Momma Yani tried her utmost best to keep my carrier with her, but dang it all! The airlines have rules they said. A harmless mewling like me who likes to be in the company of hoomans was cast aside into the cargo! Can you imagine that, Sangeetha? I heard from Momma Yani that you were quite indignant too when you came to know of this atrocity.

Rats! Yes, that's right! I've appealed to Holy Bastet to make them rats in all their lives and I will hunt each one of them down and...Crunch! Munch! Gulp! Slurp!

Turn away from the gore, Sangeetha. Ain't I meowly funny? Made you laugh didn't I? I saw a sliver of your smile break out...meowhehehe...

All's well that ends well and we arrived at a new place. After an eternity, gasping and panting, I was back in Momma Yani's arms, a safe cocoon after all the thudding and jostling and weird noises I wasn't familiar with. What a harrowing experience that was in a monstrous sardine can! Never again! Never again...

So, Sangeetha, looksies over here! Didn't I tell you that I like to keep an eye on my kingdom from a vantage point? I'm a warrior acrobat cat and look where I am! Would anyone dare to look down or venture a balancing act like I do? I do both with flair!

Momma Yani did tell me that the hackles on your neck rose to a max when you saw this. Aww...but I'm so touched to know that. I'm guilty of mewcackling at the fright I gave you both. Meowhehehe...

Anyway, no more bravados or shenanigans like these. The window has been declared out of bounds for me. A king denied his freedom! What do you call this in your hooman world? Never mind...

I wanted to hold a contest on who gasped the loudest that day. You or Momma Yani... meowhahaha.

So, I guess that's all I have to say for now.

Go on! Splash my pic and letter all over that place you call Social Media. I'm a star anyway, but I'll let you bask in my glory. You need it more. So long, until I write to you again.

Lots of snuggles, head bumps and loving purrs from a kitty whom you call Uttamuuu 💖

Pic Courtesy: Narayani Manapadam

©️ Sangeetha Kamath

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