Some years ago, I met Kajol, a very large black cat, while I was visiting my aunt in America. Kajol was known to be closed towards contact with strangers and sometimes even the family members; and, I even heard that some people found him very domineering and somewhat scary. When I saw him for the first time, I felt very attracted to this cat’s personality and connected with him immediately. I fell head over heels in love with him the very first time I saw him—I get the same feelings towards certain humans. This ability is related to the fact that I have better metacognition due to lucid dreaming.
Since I fell in love with Kajol, I gave it my best shot to get him to like me. I tailed him when he would be playing alone; I rested near the tables when he would hide under them; I sat next to him and bugged him a lot when he would rest on the sofa; and, I learned how to feed him. At first, he did not want me to touch him; later, he started to enjoy my touch and even started playing games with me where he would try to bite or scratch my hand. Kajol’s eyes were very dark and these felt very stunning every time I would look at them.
Before leaving, I had an urge to find Kajol again. A voice daunted me asking me to just get going since it is getting late. But, my need overcame me! So I ran around in the house and looked for Kajol. Eventually, I found this beauty! He was hiding behind the curtain, inside the main bedroom. I lifted the curtain and had a glimpse of his back. He was still healthy although I felt that he was very tired. Suddenly, fear crept over me. I felt that he was not really that healthy and that he was struggling somehow. This did not usually show because his face was very animated most of the times. He was very well-kept and was very loved by my relatives and family members. This is another reason why he used to be so full of life. But, right now, I was looking at him while standing behind him. I bent and petted Kajol on his back and addressed him, “Kajol, love, I am going home now. I will see you next time. I love you!” Kajol turned around and looked at me and then continued to ignore me. He was a very spoiled cat! I smiled heartily at this arrogant gesture since I felt teased. Even as we engaged, I strongly felt that something was wrong and that Kajol was actually not as well as he pretended to be.
I still remember that my cousin called us to inform us that Kajol is not with us anymore. The visit described above was the last visit before Kajol died due to bad health. I was so traumatized that I almost removed the memory of this call from my mind. I tried forgetting; but, today I remembered Kajol again. After immersing myself in Kajol’s thoughts for some while, I decided to share these lovely memories online.
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