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The golden cat and seven dogs
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By: Mentioned at the Bottom
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Article published on IST
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I have a female golden cat that has a strong inclination towards me and follows me every where. What really bugs me is when I am sound asleep; she quietly creeps inside my blanket. Being a family of animal lovers, we always had several numbers of dogs coming from different breeds. Yet, we never differentiate them as they have become a part and parcel of our lives for many years. One or two of them are even from the street. They differ in looks, color and size, but I try my best to train the stronger dogs to be considerate towards the weaker ones, this way they all live in harmony among themselves.
Every morning after breakfast, I would sun bathe where the golden cat would excitedly follow, and sit at my feet eating scrapes of bones. The seven dogs that we sometime forget to chain, one of them - Dollar would leave aside her big, juicy bones and eat up the cat’s bits and pieces of bones. Then she blindly along with the other dogs goes after her. Some barking to terrorize, some ready to pounce out of greed, others wanting to bite and kill her not out of hunger but sheer pleasure. The cat so frail seems helpless and terribly frightened would raise up one of her tiny claws trying to defend herself against those huge pack of dogs surrounding her.
I would scream and yell at the top of my voice, but these merciless adventurous dogs wouldn’t listen and in groups continue chasing after the cat destroying the flowers, the garden and sometime even damaging the whole surrounding area. Seeing this, I would fume and swear that I would take the doggies to the market and have them sold and would punish the seven dogs by keeping them in chained day and night, but later I would realize that we humans are no better than them.
A few steps away, every day my ears are not spared from those cute harmless piglets and dogs panting and barking out of pain and struggling for space, suffocating in gunny bags keeping them like a lifeless commodity in the open market for sale. Sometime during the storm, the poor animals are badly drenched and on other days in scorching sun one can hear them panting and trying to gasp for air. We see, hear and touch those bundles but we remain insensitive to their wailing .Whether in hunting season or not, the wild species are shot with guns randomly and sold at high prices in the local markets depriving them of their freedom to live and at times during big celebrations we see the customary ways still prevailing while killing those poor animals?
No birds sing, at night, no bats fly, no squirrel runs in the trees and no monkeys jump the only scene. I see on and off the wild chase of the seven dogs and a golden cat, where the cat is always wounded. Most of the dogs would be bruised in some or other way, and I as usual, would brood over the damages of the surroundings and read screaming headlines in the news that seems similar to the savagery behavior of the seven dogs towards the golden cat that often reminds me “When a man starts having evil imagination he willfully violates his own conscience and religious teachings. Then he goes from bad to worst when his evil deeds becomes seared and habitual. Then he takes a step further by tempting others but later he becomes a victim of his own evil deeds’’.
Anita Ezung.
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