18/05/2020
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My story, huh? It's complicated. Let me try all the same.
My name is Imli. I am a gorgeous, stupendo fabulous, awesome creature, but that goes without saying. I am a cat. What else can I be?
My earliest memory is squirming in a polythene bag with my brother. I don't know how I got into one. My guess is some evil humans shoved my brother and me into it and dumped us on the side of a road.
A lady heard us meowing our lungs out, looked around for us, and picked us up. Kind as she was, she could not keep us, and handed us to a couple of other humans.
I tell you I am not too sure these other humans are really humans. They look like big cats to me! They are as weird as we, as a species, are. So...
But they took care of us, fed us regularly, and gave us a room all to ourselves. Unfortunately, my brother got bitten by the biggest, baddest D-O-G that I have ever seen in my life, and he could not make it.
I was devastated.
But the cat humans consoled me, and showered me with even more love and affection. And so, I grew up, and soon gave birth to my first litter.
However, things didn't go as planned. Remember, I told you my story is complicated? I was not kidding.
All of us caught some viral infection and my babies journeyed across the rainbow bridge.
I was heartbroken.
I myself almost died, but the cat humans took me to a vet and nursed me back to good health.
Life slowly returned to normal, and soon, I gave birth again. This time, everything went well, and my babies grew up just fine.
But then, life took yet another turn. Complicated, remember?
The cat humans had to leave! As in, go!!
They wanted to take me and my babies with them, but the lady who first found us, and with whom I was very friendly, said she wanted to keep us.
Between the cat humans and the lady, it was decided that I would stay back with the lady, along with two of my babies, and the rest would go with the cat humans.
Sad as I was to see them leave, I was also relieved that I could stay on in my familiar territory.
But hey, it's not as if I never see them. They come over sometimes, and we cozy up, reminiscing about things and going down the memory lane.
And the lady sends our pictures to them regularly, and I even meow to them on those strange things that humans hold in their hands and you hear sounds coming out of it, and see pictures on what they call the "screen". Heavy stuff, right?!
Anyway, life is good. I stopped having more babies long ago because the cat humans got me spayed. My daughter, Zoey, is here with me always, and some other cats have joined our family. We are quite fine.
The cat humans, I am told, take very good care of my other daughters.
I am a grandmother now, with a grandson and a granddaughter.
I live free. I live happy.
And that's the way a cat is supposed to be!