Kerri and I were on a walk the other day when we saw a poor cat that got hit in the road. We felt bad but continued to walk when we saw a little girl holding an adorable little kitten so we stopped to check it out. The next thing I know we were taking the cat home with us unsure if Mr. Waid would even let us keep the thing. Apparently her mother was the cat that was dead on the side of the road. There were other kittens but we just took the one and to my surprise Mr. Waid said we could keep it. I went to Shati and asked her if she had any scraps that the kitten could have. She was in the middle of cutting chicken for the caregiver’s dinner and she started giving me some of the body parts that were on the side. I sat there and talked to Shati slightly grossed out as I watched her butchering chickens in front of me. In Bangladesh they don’t really let much of the animal go to waste. I then was slightly grossed out by the body parts that the kitten was eating.. I think it was the esophagus. Shati has had kittens in Bangladesh before so I knew that she was a good one to ask how to raise a kitten in a third world country.
Our kitten was so tiny because she hasn’t eaten much. She looked like a little rat when she walks around. When she meowed it sounded like a baby dinosaur. Her eyes and ears were abnormally to large for her face and I still thought she was absolutely adorable. We named her Mooja after the word “sock” in Bangla because she would walk around with a little sock in her mouth. We just called her Moo.
On Christmas we decided that Moo should move into the back part of the kitchen where the ladies cut all the vegetables. I didn’t want the kitten to get use to being an indoor cat and my roommates were getting annoyed with Moo (she was very needy). All day Moo was getting use to all the kids and even though she was scared I was proud of her for putting up with the kids dragging her around. Before I went to bed I made sure that she was inside the kitchen area. I held her for a little bit before putting her back in Martinia’s arms and heading off to bed.
The next morning I woke up to Danny ringing our doorbell telling us that Moo had died. At first I thought he was confused but by the time I went down to breakfast I realized that he was very right. An animal came in during the night and killed our poor little kitten. I feel absolutely horrible about it and so do the kids. Kakoli and I had to pray about it and we thanked God that we got to know little Moo.
Our kitten was so tiny because she hasn’t eaten much. She looked like a little rat when she walks around. When she meowed it sounded like a baby dinosaur. Her eyes and ears were abnormally to large for her face and I still thought she was absolutely adorable. We named her Mooja after the word “sock” in Bangla because she would walk around with a little sock in her mouth. We just called her Moo.
On Christmas we decided that Moo should move into the back part of the kitchen where the ladies cut all the vegetables. I didn’t want the kitten to get use to being an indoor cat and my roommates were getting annoyed with Moo (she was very needy). All day Moo was getting use to all the kids and even though she was scared I was proud of her for putting up with the kids dragging her around. Before I went to bed I made sure that she was inside the kitchen area. I held her for a little bit before putting her back in Martinia’s arms and heading off to bed.
The next morning I woke up to Danny ringing our doorbell telling us that Moo had died. At first I thought he was confused but by the time I went down to breakfast I realized that he was very right. An animal came in during the night and killed our poor little kitten. I feel absolutely horrible about it and so do the kids. Kakoli and I had to pray about it and we thanked God that we got to know little Moo.
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