this was bella fink-nottle at one month of age. we named her that because she looked like such a royal fatty.
the day we adopted her she got into an alley brawl with a big cat who ripped her belly open from end to end. the dressing the vets put on to keep her innards in place left her suspended in the air and made her legs stick out at odd angles. she looked heartbreaking and i used to visit her everyday while she was at the hospital. she proved to be a real fighter as the days went along. when her dressing came off she was so thrilled that she bounded up to everybody, even the folks who scrubbed out the hole in her middle.
then one day she came tripping up to her cage door when she saw me come in, and bounced right off it with her legs up in the air. what i saw changed things between us forever. she’d gone and got herself some family jewels overnight, that stupid cat!
and if it weren’t for the fact that (s)he’s spent every second of his life since then worshipping the sun that beams out of my bum, i might have never gotten over the let down.
thirty, female, single, living in mumbai. i drink copious cups of filter coffee, collect the mandatory festival packs of chocolate, negotiate with the cats for a corner of the couch by the window and squash in between a pile of books, my lap top and a bowl of pop corn. then i have a long think about life. i get paid to do this. my remaining time i spend acquiring the life experience necessary to mastermind my mid life crisis. this i do not get paid to do, and can therefore do absolute justice to.