Being Tamed

Well, Tyrant is a rescue kitten. Fortunately, his condition was not bad as bad as other rescue kittens except that he is extremely scared of kids!! It seems that when he was a stray, kids "played" with this little beautiful male kitten a lot and the result is that the moment he lays eyes on a kid he runs away and hides (not even treats can lure him back!!).

I saw Tyrant for the first time on the morning of new year. I was going out for gym and the security guard of my society was playing with him.

He ran towards us on calling.

Though I never had a pet, I have always liked cats. I was in love with him the very first instant. Few days later my husband brought him just for playing for few hours. He was very clear that there would only be one man in the house either him or Tyrant (you will see how that turns out by the end of this post ☺). That evening I gave Tyrant milk mixed with water (at that time I didn't know cow milk is not good for cats) in a bowl. Guess what he was scared of the bowl!!

Finished whole bowl in one go.

After analyzing the bowl for few minutes, he finally drank the milk. We played for sometime and by our dinner time I had to open the door to let him go. He ran without looking back. For next two weeks I would see Tyrant roaming around in the society asking for food and company. Many people, especially children, would take him home, feed him, play with him but eventually end up leaving him as having a pet needs adjustment and commitments. 

I am cute. Please let me stay :p

By the mid of January, I was smitten enough by Tyrant and one fine Sunday I decided that Tyrant is going to stay with us. My super unwilling husband (whose biggest concern was cleanness) gave in with a warning that the day Tyrant spoils or breaks any of the stuff, he is out. I agreed. That very day I took Tyrant for playing in park and a gentleman from my society claimed that he has been keeping Tyrant with himself for few days and has invested in his medicines etc. and its his kitten. He had a kid with himself as well. I gave up thinking perhaps it is some kind of cosmic indication of what is supposed to happen especially given how uncomfortable my husband was with the idea of a pet that to a cat. Next morning my husband left for office and rang the bell to our apartment within few minutes with Tyrant in his hand. It is my guess that the gentleman (whom I have not seen again till now) perhaps let go of Tyrant and Tyrant was sleeping under my husband's car!! That morning my husband knew that he has been defeated and that this cat is not going out now. 

Now I am staying

First few days were confusing given Tyrant is our first pet but animals have their own way of communicating what they need like the super long meow when they need food. We took Tyrant to vet who assessed that while Tyrant is otherwise fine he is a little weak for his age (two and half months). Tyrant was less active for his age. No toy in the world would interest him. He would be in either mine or my husband's lap and would sleep or be sleepy for almost 20 hours a day!!

Too tired of finding home. Let me rest. 

A little more rest. 

And a little more rest!!

My husband, who is more of a dog person, was very skeptical at first and we had decided that if things don't work out for 3-4 days for us or Tyrant, we will let him go. We read so may articles about food, kitten needs, toys, health and what not. After the first week we starting falling into a pattern. Tyrant adjusting around us and we adjusting around him. 

When we took Tyrant in, Tyrant was my pet but during these two months he has become "our" pet. There has never been a day or moment when we would have thought that we made a mistake. Tyrant has brought a new perspective to our lives. He is our little stress buster furball. 

Selfie!!