We lost "Panda Kutty" today, sometime in the evening. She hadn't been well for a couple of days now, and although it looked like she was coming through yesterday, well, I guess she didn't make it. Poor thing.
Now, she isn't the only kitten that's died in the couple of months that I've been back home, here in Sri Vilas, but she was the one I was most attached to. I had a major soft spot for her and would let her get away with pretty much anything. In fact, I was often in awe of her because she seemed to flout all the "rules" that people seemed to set forward for most of the other feline denizens of our humble abode. And, true to this kind of form, she used to often treat me like her own private doormat, by climbing into my lap whenever she wanted to, and going to sleep, or cleaning herself from this new found perch.
The name "Panda Kutty" was given to her by my uncle who thought she resembled a baby panda (which is what the name translates into, "kutty" meaning baby or child in Malayalam) when she was only a week old. Late this evening, together with my uncle, we buried Panda Kutty in the back yard. It wasn't a particularly sorrowful farewell. I think we were both glad that her suffering had finally come to an end. Still, it was a bitter pill to swallow. And, I know he was trying to deal with the hurting inside the way he furiously and consistently went about digging her little feline grave, repeatedly telling me that it wasn't deep enough and that the jackals would come and dig her out if we didn't go deep enough. Poor guy. Poor Panda Kutty.
It's made me think about a lot of things, all of which won't do her justice by adding to this, her memorial post. Rest in peace Panda Kutty. I want you to know that you made a difference in my life, and that as sorry as I am to see you go, I really loved having you around and being able to pamper you in my own way.