3 kitten were born under my stitching table end of October 2013 – what a joy 5 weeks long …
Then in end of November they all left on one single day.
Leila, the cat girl, was taken by our friend Meena to Kumily – she actually would have liked to have the white cat boy Simba-Meeyoo too. But that very moment, cat mother Bianca had brought him already to the neighbor‘s garden, as we saw him later following behind his mother coming back to our house, however he couldn‘t climb the fence.
We ran to get him, but a motorbike passed and he full of fear hided under wooden blanks. We couldn‘t catch him.
In the following night Bianca took also the red cat boy, which we would have liked to keep with us, we called him Kika-Meeyoo.
But fate had other plans …
Suddenly no more kitten were in the house. We understood the cat mother‘s decision after she got alert being traced by a male cat strolling over the verandah in the 1st floor looking for her kids …
I kept my eyes open around the house and next morning already while brushing my teeth at our bathroom verandah facing to the north side of the Sylviander House I could see Bianca climbing up to the neighbor‘s flat roof and there my 2 cat boys appeared from their hiding place under the tiles. They were hungry of course. Happily I called »Meeyoo! Meeyoo!« They freezed and looked at me, then continued drinking and playing …
Whenever I went to bathroom I had a look over there. Sometimes I saw from my writing room how Bianca was climbing to the neighbor‘s roof, then I watched and called them »Meeyoo! Meeyoo!«
On the 4th day only, the white one didn‘t appear when mother Bianca came up for giving milk.
»Something must have happened.« I said to Alexander, and he suddenly remembered: »Today early morning I have seen this neighbor passing our gate, in one hand a stick, in other hand something white …«
Immediately we rushed out the house, then along the path, that neighbor was walking in the morning, always calling »Meeyoo! Meeyoo!« – it was already afternoon.
After a short time we heard him replying, then saw him near a pond – that he moved so slowly made me wonder.
Completely traumatized he crawled into a hole betwen the roots of a big tree … finally Alexander got him out with the help of some kids and conveyed this shivering little white fur to me. That moment Simba-Meeyoo was on my arms, his heart beat normalized immediately.
He was full of flees and his right front leg was broken – »That‘s why he moved so slow!« I said.
After several experiments I had worked out a perfect bandage, which he accepted with little protest only, because then he could walk again.
We gave him milk and biskits and tried to pluck the flees, which was a big task … we made him a small house, a paper box with a cosy corner and a tray with sand for his toilet, which he understood from that moment …
But after 2 nights he liked to sleep beside us in a cosy chair, and again 2 nights later he started playing in our mosquito net while we were sleeping. So we made his bed on my writing divan where he felt comfortable.
Whenever he wished I let him sleep on my lap while writing …
In the first days he went through some physical crisis with fever and stomach complaints …
But with every day we could see him overcoming his shocking experience and being more and more happy …
After few days, one morning he sprang forward to me, welcoming me so happily, that I felt a scream in my heart: No, I can‘t give him away anymore!
I called Meena to explain my feelings, of course she understood.
Then Simba-Meeyoo became our family member.
After 10 days no bandage was needed anymore, his leg was healed.
Then all day he was busy with running through the big house, through the garden, hunting beetles and butterflies, sometimes geckoes, resting on the corner seat in the kitchen or on my writing chair or behind my laptop or having a nap with Alexander …
Our guests were crazy about him, even closed their eyes, when he jumped on the kitchen table – what he doesn‘t do today anymore.
He really had no lack of affection at all.
How much we had to lough while playing with him, he liked to fight and bite and then made funny rolls and jumps. When I was working in the garden he always was around me trying to ‘help‘ – of course in his way!
And when Alexander came home with fresh sardines from market Simba-Meeyoo got mad, sreaming until 6 sardines were on his plate.
The story of Prince Simba-Meeyoo will continue next …
