Saturday, 14 December 2019

Mr Ramamurthy, the cat

This is Mr Ramamurthy.

And this Turiya and Eashwaramma, partners in (many) crimes.

Today afternoon Sarojamma informed us that cat catchers from another village had come, and caught Mr Ramamurthy in their sack and taken him.
And Turiya and Eashwaramma were devasted. Mr Ramamurthy spends the nights in Eashwaramma's house and day in ours and owns both places.
They both , Turiya and Eashwaramma, shed copious tears together, remembering his magnanimity and greatness. And his loving nature. Blacking out his nightly yowling, his stealing food, his biting ankles.
This shared grieving went on for a long time, and meantime Mr Ramamurthy who has been sleeping under the blankets got up, shook himself and descended.
The tears dried. And the silence that greeted him was a deathly silence.
That topic stays unmentionable at home. Of Mr Ramamurthy's death, and his resurrection.



Meet Shri Ramamurthy.
He bites.
Bites hard.
When he does not get what he wants. Milk.
He goes for the ankles. Ouch !
It's so painful that we immediately provide him milk and rice.
The bites are getting sharper. He's figured out that thats the way to manage us.
He now grabs the foot with both his feet and digs in his teeth.
Please advise on the most Gandhian way of dealing with him.
We are all feeling very violent ! And on the verge of giving up the ideal of ahimsa.


Ramamurthy (standing) and Krishnamurti (sitting)
Ramamurthy is a better mouser.
But Krishnamurthy eats better. He charms more skillfully !
True to their names.



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