Monday, October 30, 2006
When I opened up the back door this morning there was a pile of cats stuffed in the corner. All the black girls were there, plus three generations of kittens. Usually the backdoor cats run around in the lane, and come in for breakfast. But for the last week they've been heaped in the shelter of our porch every morning. I think they're hiding from fireworks.
We've had bang, crackle, whizz here every night starting from Deepavali and running through Raya. Everyone seems to have the urge to create a lot of smoke and noise. Scoop doesn't bother but Au hides under the table when the ruckus starts. And it looks like the black girls are terrified too.
I'm wondering if it will end now or if this is merely a run-up to an almighty spectacular for Halloween. Either way, nobody would guess this stuff is banned!
PS Sorry that Katz Tales wasn't published on Saturday. I suspect it was a Hari Raya thing as other regular columns from the paper were missing too. Will check with the ed to see when the next issue is printed.
PPS Here is the latest batch of kittens courtesy of one of the back lane black girls.