Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Catdog

Stuff a dry cloth into your mouth, hold it there - not pressing too hard, and feel that urge to throw up. There is no conditioning that can help get over this core instinct. It might be an indicator that what inches towards our food pipe isn't fit for swallowing. Or it might be a misfire of an impulse that was triggered when our ancestors would attempt having unskinned meat - dead things with hair still intact.

Talking about 'dead things with hair still intact', as I was returning back home with Bipasa, there was a dog walking ahead, holding a pup by its neck, or so I thought...it turned out to be a dead, mangled cat. It was the same cat that used to rummage through my neighbour's garbage every morning. The dog paraded it through the residential area - surprisingly without coming into anybody's observation, and finally entered the garden. I followed sometime later. Looking about the trees and bushes at dusk for the dog, expectedly tearing away the dead cat, brought about an alien sensation - like I was stalking a larger animal feeding on its prey in the forests. It was both a nervous and nostalgic moment at the same time. But I soon found that the dog had dumped the cat under one of the bushes along the walls of the garden.

Upon mentioning the death of the cat (with the gory details) to my neighbour, who was never bothered with the cat's activities, and asking him if that was unsettling for him in any way, he replied that it was 'good news' to him.

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