When Aditi asked me to write a column about love, I had to search heart, mind and soul for something that wouldn’t stir up past trauma and cause pain. And then finally, like the pitter-patter of tiny approaching paws on linoleum, I came up with an idea.
I love my cat, unconditionally, and she loves me, too… unconditionally. I have nothing but positive things to say about her, and though she bites me sometimes I’d like to think she would have only positive things to say about me.
Although an indoor pet, my cat Padme spends her time however she pleases, and this suits me fine. Conversely, she lets me be all I can be, and I push the limits writing into the late hours of the night…morning… undisturbed. When finished for the day, I creep up the stairs, and Padme, in her nocturnally active state, is there to greet me with a pretty meow. You see, night-owls, or night-cats, like Padme and me are like peas in a pod. She jumps on my bed at 2 .a.m. and then curls upon my chest. It’s time for the two night-creatures, a pair of nonromantic companions, to rest.