A Kitty Called Uttam-3

ALL'S WELL IN A CAT'S WORLD

Hello there! Jeepers! What a scare you gave me the other day, when you caught me off-guard, you cat crazy…ahem*cough cough*...cat cuckoo, nutty as a fruitcake, sweet lady! (Wheww! That was quick thinking on my part…all my nine lives are intact haha…though I know you won't harm a hair on a cat, oh no)

Besides, now I know what's it's like to be hounded by the paparazzi. I ran helter-skelter from mama Yani who was after me with a cam just so that you and I could have a meow of a time talking nineteen to the dozen. But you did catch a glimpse of me as I whisked myself away under a couch, didn't you?

Nah! Nah! It's not you, my most ardent fan. It's the star in me. I have to behave like one and give you only rare fleeting frames of me waving my pricey paw or swishing my starry tail. Meowaahaha! Not so easy, huh? …No no no…

But I can write you neverending letters, anyday so let me regale you with some snippets and updates. When was the last time we exchanged chitter-chatter? Pre-Diwali? Yes! If you could hear 'em fireworks you'd jump out of your skin too. Mama Yani tucked me in safe and sound, but I? I'm the curious one, forever wanting to peek outside so Mama Yani shut all the windows lest I was up to my sheningans again. Well, your loss, Sangeetha that I can't write you more about these sparks flying meowaahaha. But I'm all paws to make you laugh even a tiny bit.

Festivities done, Christmas came and went in the blink of an eye…Ah! New Year's coming up, zooming towards us. What're your resolutions? Mine is the same old–sleep longer, stretch more, lounge on Mama Yani's warm laptop ( yes I learnt that it's called a Laptop) and eat more Macher Jhol.

That's a Cat's life, Sangeetha! Jealous yet? Go on, you don't need my permission to splash my pics and this letter on your social media. I'll let some of my stardust rub on you too. After all, what are friends for, meow?

And I'm putting my first resolution into practice right away. Snoozing mode on…

So long! Lotsa headbumps and snuggles until I have enough content to put on a starry appearance 💖

Pic Courtesy: Narayani Manapadam

©️ Sangeetha Kamath

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