I wrote this on Instagram on 8th February which was his 5th Gotcha Day.
Today is the fifth #gotchadayanniversary of Baby Loaf. #gotchaday refers to the day on which a pet comes home/ moves in.
Last night I saw Loaf hug a pillow on the sofa and sleep and wondered whether he has accepted becoming an indoor cat from being one who lived outside in the first ten months of his life. Does he miss his earlier life?
He is napping on the bed on K’s pillow right now while I sit beside him and write. He often sleeps belly up, all signs of a cat who feels secure and at home; yet he likes to run out when he can, the frequency of this has gone down over the years thankfully.
I define my life as BBL and ABL, Before and After Baby Loaf. He converted me from being a person who was not fond of cats to one who is besotted with them and made me a nicer human being in the process, or so I think. One who is more at peace and content with life.
Little Nimki, Loaf’s ‘brother’ is lying snug on my belly, while I write this. The story of his coming into our lives, just as that of all the cats in my life, starts with Baby Loaf coming into mine. A moment which changed K from being someone who was scared of pets to becoming a loving cat mother and one who loves dogs too.
K & I had gone out to La Panthera for lunch on my birthday yesterday. We saw two cats sitting outside Perch when we came out. One looked particularly scrawny. The valet folks said that the cats were fed and the cats looked admittedly comfortable with them but we wanted to feed the malnourished one in particular. We called for cat wet food pouches through a delivery app. It took longer than expected and we were supposed to go home and then to the spa. We waited patiently, fed the cats once the pouches arrived. The white one whom we named Posh, after Victoria Bekham whose figure she reminded K of, was ravenous and polished it all. The ginger, whom the chef Manuel of La Panthera had named Churros, ate when he got a rare chance. We left feeling happy. I hope I never get so old that I can’t feed and love cats. And hope I can open a cattery someday.
All of this has happened because of you Baby Loaf and that is why I call you my little #cattisatva
Ps: BL said he was too embarrassed by this mushy post and has blocked me on insta!
