Two sleepless nights have I spent
In search of my tortoiseshell.
All streets and alleys
Scoured have I, and in dismay
My head, I have racked and rent.
But nothing’s come out of
This labour spent.
Xenobia, my Turkish cat
Has disappeared, after a spat
With Griffin Fangs- who stole her window perch.
Jealously guarded was this spot,
For Xenobia marveled at fleeting birds and myriad raindrops.
Until my waif-like scrawny kitten
Jumped up, one day, and left her in a lurch.
Riveted by birds chirping,
Griff trilled and chirped
Pawing at the window pane
Inviting wing’d ones to come again
She played, forgetting Xenobia’s turf.
Griff with a crashing sound,brought
Xenobia’s bowl and velvety couch down.
Rough play catapulted into a catfight
Griff’s angry howl evoked
An equally ferocious caterwaul.
They hissed, swatted and prowled
For days stalking each other
As the sacred zone had been usurped
Alas, in the catfight Griff stepped up.
And out went my gentle Turkish furry friend.
Many days passed, yet Xenobia appeared not
One day in sleep, I heard a soft purr
And a gentle knock at my door.
There stood my starved Turkish tortoiseshell
Scratched, and vulnerable. She’d returned to be held
And fed, and accept Griff’s subservience.
© Mumtaz N Khorakiwala
Picture courtesy: Mevrouw Hatseflats