The cat and the bird

Coco the cat and the bird lived in Tara’s home. She loved both of them but they were always at loggerheads. Tara had brought Coco from the shelter. He had been abandoned by the roadside. The kind owner of the shelter had found him and brought him home. Tara and her mother had gone to the shelter, both loved animals. It was love at first sight for both, Tara and the kitten. A year had gone by. Love and security had changed the kitten beyond recognition. He looked sleek and beautiful. He believed that Tara and her home belonged to him.

One day he received a jolt. Tara’s friend brought her rooster home. She was going away for two weeks and Tara had agreed to look after the bird. Coco did not like this interloper and always looked for an opportunity to swipe at the bird. But the rooster was too clever for him. That left Coco frustrated. But, today both were on the table and there was no one around. The bird had become too complacent. A second was enough to strike the bird. It ran away squawking loudly. Coco disappeared from the scene with speed. He was happy.
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( Photo credit : DeAnna Gossman)


By Lakshmi Bhat

I am a person who believes there is not enough darkness in the world to extinguish the light of a small candle. We live in a small place in South India. I love reading, blogging, stitching, traveling, photography, listening to people and many other things which make life so very nice and interesting. Blogging is a fun experience, it has brought me into contact with people in different parts of the world and it is good to read about their everyday life. In spite of the differences there is a sameness which is fascinating. I have learnt and am learning something everyday. I have learnt to write haikus. I enjoy combining the thought and the number of syllables. I have always read books and I was happy to write short fiction. I had thought I would not be able to do so. Stream of Consciousness and photo challenges are fun too. Yes, there is so much in life that is sad and that hurts us. Many a time I wonder why life is so unfair to so many. We all have problems in life but the problems of many seems unbearable. This makes me feel so helpless. It is not possible to help everyone but we can do our bit, we can do something to help some in whatever way we can. I go to the Home for the Mentally challenged in our campus twice a week. I have been going there since 2011. The members are an important part of my life. The Covid has made it difficult for me to go there regularly. There have been many challenges in life and we have faced them with a positive approach. Our grandson and granddaughter have made life so much more richer.


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