Cats who teach me to fly…

I didn’t get to see her or take care of her. We believe she probably met a car accident.

Beauty was a feral cat who hides from everybody. It took me a very long time to get her to trust me. Bit by bit and day by day, she got closer and closer to me. Until one day I was able to pet her head and finally, did a full body massage for her in a playful way. I would also tap her head and do chanting or took refuge for her. She should be familiar with chanting. Sadly, I did not get to see her when she died. Neither did I have a chance to chant for her.

This is the only photo I have.

She didn’t turn up for her meal and that was unusual. I had aatas chicken gravy ready for her every evening and she would finish all up. It was all too quiet that night. I went around calling out for her and also checked with the people who live there and got to know from the boss at the mama shop that there were children who came to him on that afternoon, showing him Beauty’s photo on their phone and informed him that Beauty had passed on.

I am still sad today… and she was also the cause for me to practise chanting.