The doorbell rings and the first person to zoom across the door to greet his guests is Mr Igor. He will scan every guest by rubbing himself against them. Few questions will be asked in the form of meows and purrs. The ones under suspicion are nibbled and left with a warning. Only after the security check is done, the person is allowed an entry. Every person who has visited our house would testify to this kind of scrutiny by our purr-master, Igor. Mind you, this is rather difficult for the faint-hearted or non-animal lovers!!
My cat Igor, better known as @igorkooka, turned 4 recently. In human years, he is as old as me now.
Jimmy walked into my life with her four little salt and pepper paws a year earlier. I believe she was God sent. Maybe my Guardian Angels realized the trough I was facing in life then and to bolster me out of my own crevice and had sent this furball my way.
We picked dogs up and brought them into our home
They were also born to be free and to roam
But they had very little choice
Because they do not have a voice
They are always so loving loyal and good
And deserve much more than water, warmth and food
Give them something to play with and enjoy
A dog friend, and maybe a toy they can destroy
Phulki came to us in the spring of 2016 just as Delhi was transitioning from winter into summer. Our first glimpse of her was a little puppy, honey coat gleaming in the brilliant sunlight of the spring, oblivious to her surroundings, fast asleep curled under a bench in a narrow lane next to a dhaba in Delhi’s bustling Shantiniketan locality.