If not for my friend’s impromptu decision to get a kitten, I would never have set eyes on Cheeky. It was a typical workday – I had woken up late and rushed to work without breakfast. I was starving from the minute I reached and was eagerly waiting for lunchtime. And this is when my friend declares his decision to me – he was going to adopt a kitten. He didn’t want to sleep on it and was sure about the decision. He wanted to adopt a kitten that very day.
He asked for my help since I knew a few animal adoption organizations. So I made a few calls and voila, I arranged a meeting with a lady who was fostering a kitten in her house. So after work, my friend and I were on our way to meet the kitten.
A long ride later, we arrived at the location. It was a bungalow and I could hear a lot of mewing as I reached closer to the gates. We never suspected the house to be a Cat house of sorts. There were cats everywhere and countless number of them. The best part was that the two cat ladies (obviously) who lived there knew the names of each and every one of them.
Anyways, a lot of cat stories later, we were on the subject of the kitten. She brought the kitten for us to see. My first memory of her is that I thought her to be very small, skinny and frail (I would later spend hours obsessing about her weight until she becomes triple her size).
She had white coat with patches of orange and black. Her most remarkable feature was her black pirate eye patch. My friend tried holding her, but she was constantly trying to escape and hide. I was not much of a cat person really. I had dogs at home from as long as I could remember and have always been partial towards dogs. I thought I would give it a shot of trying to calm her. I picked her up. Her claws were out, but she wasn’t scratching. It felt more like she was holding on to me. In short, I fell in love with her the moment I picked her up.
On our way back home my friend requested if I could keep the kitten at my place since he had to ask his roommates’ permission before getting the kitten home. I gladly obliged, but my brother whom I shared my apartment with was tougher to convince. He like me was a dog person through and through, but unlike me he hated being around a cat. A lot of cajoling later, he agreed that the kitten could spend the day in our apartment. I was ecstatic. I remember spending a lot of time with her that night and I noticed the changes in her. She was opening up to me more and running to me when she thought she was in trouble, eating from my hand and so on.
Next day in office my friend if I could keep her for a day more since he didn’t have the time to convince his roommate yet. I couldn’t have agreed more with him. I remember rushing home during my lunch break to check on her and refill her food. By that night I had already decided on her name and by morning I knew I was not going to part with her. I named her Cheeky because she looked the part.
Convincing my friend wasn’t so difficult, but getting my brother to like Cheeky was the difficult part. It did take a long while ultimately Cheeky did win his heart.
It has been months since I have seen Cheeky and there are times when I miss her very much. At those times I think back and relive all those memories and daydream about my next meeting with her.
Animal lovers out there feel free to share your stories about your favorite four-legged babies.