INKTOBER DAY 19 PLUMP

INKTOBER DAY 19 PLUMP

Who are you calling Plump? Keep your voice down, lady! If Momma Yani hears you, she might get ideas about putting me on a diet or get me to exercise on that humongous wheel. What am I? A hamster?

No! I'm a self-respecting cat! A C-A-T. Descended from the sacred and royal ancestry of those who belonged to the Pharaohs. I was literally worshiped, fed…pampered!

Oh what's that ? You have sketched me! Show me….show me now! How wonderful, Sangeetha!

How could I forget this day when Momma Yani had worked her sweat off, forgotten to have her meals on time and had even forgotten…to play with me!

C'monnnnn!

Ignoring me is never an option, is it?

And the only way to get that attention back was to plonk myself on that warm bed with buttons the moment her back was turned.

I was delighted when I thought to myself "Oh look! Momma Yani is back!" But she only looked stunned and no words came out of her mouth while she stood rooted flailing her hands.

I thought she was so proud of me after my paws had pressed a few warm buttons to write you a letter and changed everything on the screen she had painstakingly done all day ☺️"

To see me sitting there with my glorious tail swishing triumphantly must have made her count all her blessings 🤩

"UTTAMUUU!" Momma Yani had boomed in a voice I'd never heard before!

Did you catch my startled look! It's up for posterity for your Inktober, my most ardent fan. Your challenge will be blessed as I meow abundantly at you. Meowhahaha…

Momma Yani was stamping her feet and tearing out her hair. I had to go and snuggle up to her and give her lots of head bumps. She had finally come around after looking into my wide hypnotic eyes.

Pssst…I have that charm on people…

She had then fished out her camera and clicked away. What do I tell you, Sangeetha! I'm being too modest here but I'm a superstar, a rockstar, a shining star ✨

As I always say, now that you have my exclusive picture and scoop, run along now, splash my sketch, my letter and your story all over your social media. Happy Sameowhain!

©️ Sangeetha Kamath

Pic Courtesy: Narayani Manapadam

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