Am i a pet person? I don't love any of the animals as such. I feel bad for them at times but when it comes to keeping them around me I can not really do it. I always feel kind of threatened around them. 4-5 days back my room-mate here at jnu brought a cat to our room. This cat had cut herself in the neck and was very weak so i thought it was better to let her stay.
I see her all day. Though my room-mate takes her to vet everyday to get her wound treated, this cat still acts very snooty and never acknowledges her efforts. First two days this cat would keep staring at me continuously through her crate. I was scared while sleeping; hoping that she would not come on to my bed in the night and bite me. But she didn't, she was too weak to do that. I have not touched her even once since she has arrived in our room.
She hates her crate and loves the only mat i own and will prefer sleeping over it then in her crate. She also loves to hide under my bed. I don't get it, my room-mate takes care of her but she would never go under her bed but she would go all the places where my things are. I just feel she is doing all this to irritate me.
I have always hated any kind of pets. We had one dog at her house back in the days. It was a small puppy. My brother always wanted one so my mamu got one for him and one for their own house. He was a German-Shepherd dog. We named him Sheru. For first few days i never had the courage to touch him and would not even place my feet on the floor when he was around. Sheru loved shoes or any footwear and he would go right after my chappals the moment i would get down. I found it very creepy and unhygienic. Slowly i got used to him and even tried to feed him with my hands sometimes. But i never got my fear over dogs beacause one day my brother had this awsome idea to throw himdown the stairs and see what happens to Sheru. He went with it and Sheru got injured and lost one leg. Post the injury he got scary he would bark at eveyrone and would not let anyone come near him. I got scared of him again. Eventually Papa took him to a friend's farm and left him in open.
My Nana always had four or five dogs at his farm. They loved him like anything. Some of them were as tall as my Nana and trust me, my Nana was above 6 feet. I met these dogs once in an year for a month in which we hardly struck up any aquaintance because they were too big and i was too small and would get scared of them easily. Their flashy white teeth and one bark was enough to make me run away.
But there was this one dog of Nanu, Moti who i started liking. He was very close to my Nani and when my Nana left us, he would not let my Nani leave the house alone and would follow her all around the village and bark at us whenever any one use to come too close to Nani. I liked him a lot and felt little bad when he died.
It is hard to like someone but i guess when you stay with them for some time; you do get attached to them. I have started to like this cat. Though i still do not touch her or caress her or anything which would make her feel welcomed. But i like seeing her aorund in my room and i have even grown used too her smell in the whole room. Though i tell people she is a big headache for me right now; i feel personally that she is here for a good thing.
One more thing i wrote the whole post and just realized that the cat is a male and not a female. But then how does it even matter? I cannot now go aorund changing 'her' to 'him' in the whole post just beacuse a thing like gender exists in our my minds. Hard to tell still whether i will ever own a pet?
