The
persian cat climbs up to the top
On
the fence he waits to jump outside
There
he stands looking and measuring
Still
he dares not jump down
On
the pillar he waits
When
he sees me opening the door
He
begins to meow at me
I
stand there watching his antics
He
meows again
A
kind of distress sound
I
bring him down to the porch
He
lies down feeling good
When
the dark sky looms
He
tries again to jump out
Apparently
he finds his way
He
isn't in the compound
He
has gone awol again
I
walk in the cool night
Searching
for the persian cat
I
walk to the open field
The
single storey houses on the road
I
stand by the road side by chance I see him
Running
out from one of the single storey houses
Running
to a unkempt shade acts as a garage
I
shine on his face
He
only stares at me
There
is no recognition
There
is no meowing
I
walk a little further
In
the unkempt shade the cat moves in
I
walk to the other side of the field
I
shine my torch light on him
I
say it to him
“You
are just a hopeless cat
You
can stay here as you like
You
better don't come home
If
you do there will be a cane waiting
You
don't learn your lesson
You
break every rule in place
Give
you a home you run away”
So
I walk home
Feeling
rather disappointed
The
persian cat behaves like a stray
Enjoying
the dirty places
Maybe
it reminds him of his previous owner
He
owns a workshop with dirty floor
Damaged
cars are parked near the road
The
smell of oil and human sweat
Maybe
the cat likes it that way
An
unkempt place to suit his taste
When
the owner shifts away
The
cat was left behind to feed himself
When
I reach home
He
reaches back within seconds
Maybe
he understand what I say
By
the fence he meows to me
I
watch him slowly get up to the top
Finally
he makes it and jumps down
Touching
the ground he lies on the porch
“Meow”
he says wagging his tail
I
call him the great pretender
When
he gets his way he will go away
Maybe
one day somebody will sell him
Or
the dogs will corner the persian cat
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