tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1023809150725835717.post5689829060305283666..comments2023-11-05T01:05:38.453-08:00Comments on chespeak: How Nature Speaks to Us: A Little Kitten's Encounters With Life and DeathAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08922847649122074587noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1023809150725835717.post-72772495867108873182009-10-31T10:06:08.557-07:002009-10-31T10:06:08.557-07:00Your narration about the kitten took me decades ba...Your narration about the kitten took me decades back to my childhood where cats were around me as naturalised pets. Many generations (!) of cats enjoyed living in our household. Often I got to sleep listening to the purring lullaby of the fluffy stocks, some off my shoulders and another on my palm. <br /><br />They lay guard to my mother's fish pot from the foraying chicks for that they will get the head and tail when she cut the fish. No wonder, they are entrusted as she has trained them. Eating time in the kitchen, I too seated on the ground level, they gather around me, mewing and prodding with head and tail to incite me to share, where half of my provision will go to them. Salted dry shark fillet, my favourite of all fish dishes, will never go off my hand. That day one of them has realised that waiting is futile, after long tail-brushing, prodding and mewing on my face, and the last piece of shark fillet is going to go. All of a sudden, he dared to pick the piece from my bowl and chomped twice. A loud cry erupted from me made him put the chunk back to my dish! Back on my senses, I returned the piece. I did not know how happy the kitten was about, however, it gave me a life long lesson; share the stuff that the most one likes.<br /><br />They dig ground and cover droppings. Wakes me up to open the door to go out or even some managed to open window hooks of their own. Cats are more attached to the place of living than to the people. A cat will make a comeback even if sent kilometres away. What I watched is cats never like to die in their living place, will crawl into bushes away as much as possible.<br /><br />This country of scorching sun and sand where we live in the air-conditioned cubicles of high rises hasn’t got the grounds for rearing pets naturalised. Alley cats are all around here but they are treated too coarsely. I feel sorry for my children who had no chance to pet them.<br /><br />Marakkar<br />Abu DhabiMarakkarhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05414391146358378047noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1023809150725835717.post-63120844701439648662009-10-30T23:59:41.343-07:002009-10-30T23:59:41.343-07:00Theme is good. Lot of room for improvement as far ...Theme is good. Lot of room for improvement as far as style of story telling is concerned.enkilo panthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06943782946475419370noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1023809150725835717.post-30790248926810613492009-10-30T23:56:50.998-07:002009-10-30T23:56:50.998-07:00A rescue mission means a responsibility. You did i...A rescue mission means a responsibility. You did it very well sir. With prayers,Mohamed Salahudheenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11633019974727534312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1023809150725835717.post-52673619271367463032009-10-30T23:02:05.722-07:002009-10-30T23:02:05.722-07:00oh, how thankful i am, you took me back to our own...oh, how thankful i am, you took me back to our own cats, whom we once loved like children, and then decided enough was enough. they were so attached, so affectionate, and, then, contrarily, so loveless. the span of their attachment is so short. in an anthropocentric fit of rage, i curse them for forgetting us so fast. <br /><br />i admire them, i wonder at their love, the mother cat's play with the kitten, her protective concern, her training for the young ones to climb a tree and catch a prey, even taunt the captured prey as it writhes in pain, i wonder at it all, and then i wonder with dismay when the mother goes her way, the kitten theirs, sometimes indulging even in what we humans call incest. <br /><br />you brought back all those memories. thank you, chekkutty. we kept leaving our house now and again, and we had to decide to force our cats to find another abode. we had gone through the trauma of watching a mother and her kitten starving to death in our cupboard which we had not opened for a month....<br /><br />you reminded me of che guevera, on whom i was asked to write a small piece in all my ignorance, whose essay on a murdered puppy moved me no end. <br /><br />you reminded me of desmond morris and his handbook on cats, catwatching. poocchayaaNinnente dukham keeps ringing in my ears, though it had a lot to do with more than cats. <br /><br />you reminded me again of whitman who said i would rather go and live in the midst of animals, they do not fret and fume, they do not discuss their duty to god, they are not demented by the mania of owning things.<br /><br />you brought back so many memories of love and unconcern. thank you so much. and keep giving me such fun. so long.K Govindan Kuttyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08757020143076163592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1023809150725835717.post-70824030458800826922009-10-30T21:44:29.626-07:002009-10-30T21:44:29.626-07:00I enjoyed it thoroughly, so tender and moving and ...I enjoyed it thoroughly, so tender and moving and so well written.It has all he elements of what is called a 'light essay' in English-you know, Lamb, Hazlitt, Beerbohm...Thre is drama, suspense and concern here and the discovery about the survival instinct that nature has so abundantly given its creatures..SATCHIDANANDANhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11664180374427787572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1023809150725835717.post-39505780587128572982009-10-29T08:31:03.060-07:002009-10-29T08:31:03.060-07:00Chekkutty, this is an excellent piece of writing- ...Chekkutty, this is an excellent piece of writing- good enogh to be a part of an English text book in the school!!<br />JSJS Adoorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08651066605547054946noreply@blogger.com