The Story Of My Cat

 Bismillah, 

Arbella

Was a cat. 

Now, friends, you have to keep in mind while reading this post that this cat was a stray cat, and it had chosen us by choice. 

Arabella was a tom cat, meaning it was a male cat. He was beautiful because he had light orangish-brown fur with orange stripes. I don't remember the description well because it was a long time ago

My first encounter with him was in the evening, it was going to be night soon, but I don't remember what I was doing at that time well. Maybe I was playing when we heard a cat's sound. When I looked into the balcony's door, we found Arabella. At that time, my mom and me and my siblings really liked Arbella. And maybe or not, we gave Arbella some milk. We tried to coax him into our home, but he didn't came and went away, just for the evening. 

The next day, he came again and we gave him milk, in and big orange bowl. He would slurp up the milk quickly with his tongue, and if there were any droplets of milk there and here, he would lick it up. Therefore, cleaning the place. He, ma sha Allah, never dirtied our house, he always left this home clean and neat. 

Sometimes, we used to give him leftover bones from our meals, and once I remember. That I had saved a piece of meat, especially for him. It was dark, and when I had called him by his name, he had came to me. And I had given him his meat. 

He had came when it was winter. So, we took a chair and kept a small, short and soft blue blanket on/in it. He used to nap there and sleep there. 

In fajr, we would open the balcony's door, and he would shoot in. Dad would give him bread, and sometimes milk. After having his meal, he'd go into the room where my brothers would be sleeping and he'd nap there on a soft blanket. When my brothers would wake up, he used to go out of our house. To start his day! 

These days, I wonder how much we had trusted him, and how much he had trusted us. 

Then he'd come in the afternoon, and then we'd give Arbella milk. Then he would go away or nap. 

Once, I was stroking his soft fur while he was drinking his milk. He had turned his head towards my hand and clanked his teeth. So I moved my hand away. 

He had left our house. 

After spending two winters in our house 

Forever. 

Now many years later, I still miss his meows and his soft fur. 

That's why I wrote this post. 

I hope he is enjoying lots of milk and meat and kindness. 

For Arbella

Miss you. 

He looked a bit like this. 

But the cat in this picture is not arbella. 

I just took this picture from Google to give you an idea. 

If you have any comments, please share them in the chatbox. They'll be greatly appreciated. 

Salam, 

Sidra khan