Meera caressed the golden fur of Puchchu. She purred and stretched her legs and closed her eyes. Cosy comfort of blanket closed her eyes. Meera was sure she would deliver kittens in this month any time.
One day Puchchu was following Meera where ever she went. She mewed a bit more. Her eyes were pool of pain. Meera knew the time has come for her kittens. She put old bed sheets in her bed, poured some milk in her bowl. Meera was awake, waited late in the night, lest she should deliver kittens. But as she was unable to wake up more she slept. Next morning when she got up, she checked Puchchu first. There were two small round balls of golden fur were lying in her bed. After two hours, two more joined. This time one was black and one was dark brown with white patches on her neck. Meera’s face lit up with joy. Oh, this black one is on his father. Many times, she had noticed a black big fat tomcat mewing a lot in the vicinity.”
Puchchu began nurturing her kittens. After sometime they began tumbling out of the small hut shaped wooden house of Puchchu. Puchchu kept changing their playground. Sometimes she kept them behind the sofa in the lounge. Next they spread themselves under the dining table or in the backyard under the shade of bogunbila shrub.
One day, Lakshmi, the maid forgot to close the door of glass house, where the wooden house of Puchchu was kept in a corner. Suddenly in the mid of night Meera got up. She heard some barks of a dog, and Puchchu’s loud mews. It is Kalu again. This dog is a nuisance. He sneaked in the dark and damage cushions or break pots. Kalu was big enough to jump over the boundary wall of the backyard.
Meera put on her slippers and rushed to glass house. Puchchu and her kittens were nowhere. Where are they? Back door was open.
Meera peeped through the glass. As she was about to call Puchchu, she stopped. A big black dog was barking in the direction of bogunvila. Puchchu appeared larger, double of her size. Her fur spiked. Her claws extended. Ears flattened. She was in a position to pounce on the dog. Suddenly she arched her back turned sideways and hissed, mewing very loud and baring her teeth she pounced on Kalu. She gave a powerful slap to his face with her forepaws. Kalu never anticipated her attack. Kalu was like a ruffian of a gully. He came to bully the cat and harm her little kittens. But he did not know Puchchu was no more a meek slender small cat to get scared of him. Puchchu was the mother who could have killed him or be killed by him. But she would have never allowed him to come closer to her kittens. Don’t dare eye my kittens, either push off or face my wrath.
Kalu retraced, as he reached the garden door, leapt across it and ran away. Puchcu chased him till the gate and when she found no visible sign of Kalu’s presence nearby, she turned back to find Meera standing there. She began to mew softly. Meera was amazed. She picked her up in her arms, cuddled her, and then left her. Meera waited till she was inside with her little ones, safely nestled in her house.
Moral of the story is that mother instinct is a guiding principle in life whether it is a human or birds or animals.