I’ve had many cats over the years. I would be lying if I said it all started during the tail end of lockdown. Finding that adorable white ball of fur near our banana plant was a surprise. We were equal parts apprehensive and anxious. We wanted to help that adorable little kitten, barely bigger than a tiny fist. He was hard to get a hold of and it took some people we hired to do renovations to finally catch him, by the tail!

Sometimes I look back and wonder how my life would have been had I never met little T. If that adorable goofball did not make it. It rained that day, and between my indifferent grandmother and hesitant parents he might not have made it.

Growing up with a tom cat was an interesting experience to say the least. He was pretty aggressive during his play-fights. I don’t blame him. He was young with a lot of energy to burn and no one to play with. Had he been neutered maybe life would have been different, but I guess we’ll never know now. Mom was the only person who could calm him. During times when he climbed up a tree and just refused to come down and when he got on the terrace and was too ‘scared’ to come back inside. Mom was always there to bring him back in. Even if it meant grabbing him by the scuff like the kitten he no longer was.