My Little Bodyguards
A few years back, I was working on a project in a far-off, beautiful hill station. The mornings were cool and misty, and we had a cozy little café. There, a ginger cat mom lived with two kittens ..... one with coat like a leopard and another the color of a lion. I named them Bhagira and Samba. 🐈⬛ 🐈
Every time I came for my meals, I’d bring them little treats, and soon they’d be all over me. After eating, as I walked back, the mama cat would stay behind, but the two kittens would trot alongside me like tiny bodyguards — one on each side, stealing glances as if asking, “Where are we going? Is it fun?” They’d meow bravely at passersby, strutting like real jungle cats.
The tricky part came when I reached my office..... I couldn’t take them inside. They’d look lost, unsure how to return. So, I’d scoop them up and carry them back to their mama, whispering a “thank you for your service.” Once reunited, they’d snuggle up to her happily. That was my cue to slip away quietly, or else they’d start following me again. Two walks every meal .... every step a sweet memory.🧡
Every time I came for my meals, I’d bring them little treats, and soon they’d be all over me. After eating, as I walked back, the mama cat would stay behind, but the two kittens would trot alongside me like tiny bodyguards — one on each side, stealing glances as if asking, “Where are we going? Is it fun?” They’d meow bravely at passersby, strutting like real jungle cats.
The tricky part came when I reached my office..... I couldn’t take them inside. They’d look lost, unsure how to return. So, I’d scoop them up and carry them back to their mama, whispering a “thank you for your service.” Once reunited, they’d snuggle up to her happily. That was my cue to slip away quietly, or else they’d start following me again. Two walks every meal .... every step a sweet memory.🧡
