The Day I killed a Sparrow

I smell some fish somewhere. Where? That I need to find out, of course, and how carefully and intelligently I find that out will astonish you my friend, astonish you. Okay, I don’t want to waste my time telling you all about my plans. But, on a serious note what I am going to talk about now will horripilate you my friend, horripilate you.

This happened yesterday as my benefactor lazed on a chair the whole afternoon, quite ill at ease, how suddenly then with the flutter of its wings a sparrow perched upon the railings of my window, my window, mind you!

It noticed me. At first I did not mean to do anything, no harm intended really. So I stood where I was, licking my body and making my skin shiny and silky and then scraping my benefactor’s boots with my strong and sharp claws, making my claws even sharper and stronger. The sparrow did not move an inch farther. “Is it not intimidated looking at my good self?” I thought. Perhaps not, I realized. “How I scared the hell out of that crow the other day, and this tiny creature here would not move an inch.”

So I straightened and puffed up my body to seem bigger and stronger than I really was. The bird shrugged its body, and then let its droppings fall on my benefactor’s cloths. “How dare you!” said I as loud as I could, “this means war!”

The fool of a bird nodded its head. “Hell and damnation!” cried I, my bloodshot eyes were now fully fixed on the bird and I growled and hissed. Just then did the bird tremble with fear and began flying away, but with utmost dexterity and agility I leaped high up in the air and caught the bird by its neck, killed it, and ate it.

But with great sadness I have to tell you that just as the deed was done, my benefactor grabbed my tail and reprimanded me and went on to slap me hard in the face. “What on earth have you done?” cried he. Then, looking at my bloody mouth and the feathers of the bird scattered beside me, he answered his own question: “Killed a bird, oh, a sparrow!”

He preached at great length the advantages of living together in peace and harmony and made me promise never to kill any living being on earth, not even a mouse.

Copyright © 2014 RAMU DAS

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2 comments on “The Day I killed a Sparrow

  1. A perfect capturing of the feline personality….which we know is also incorrigible so the benefactor is wasting his time and breath. I do like that word “horripilate”…..almost never come across it these days. Nicely done, Ramu!

    • RAMU DAS says:

      After seeing some videos and live examples of some animals, hostile by nature (preys and predators), living together, sharing a great bond, the benefactor has become pretty optimistic about his own cat living in harmony with other animals. But it takes time for such a thing to happen, the benefactor has to keep great patience. I like that word “horripilate”, too. Quite a strong and captivating word it is.

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