When I was 8 year old, we shifted our house to a new area.I didn't like to go to a new house but after 2 days, I got a new friends in the new house. We were playing, reading and hopping around the streets. There lived a cat in my neighbouring house. One day I kept a cup of milk in front of that cat and it drank the milk again another day I kept the milk and it drank. Like this it had made the practice and started to come to my house.
My parents also started to love that cat and my father kept the cat name as papaiya because his grandfather name was papaiya and his grandfather was having big white beard and cat was also white and brownish in colour, So we started to call it as papaiya and even my friends and neighboring aunty started to call it as papaiya.It was so cute cat. Like this I became a cat lover.
After 2 years one day morning, Papaiya came out of house and went to hoop around that time 4 dogs attacked papaiya and killed it😭😭😭.After hearing this matter, I sat alone in my room and cried like anything. Even my father felt bad and cried for papaiya.
After that incident I started to hate dogs. As much dogs I was seeing. I was taking the stones and hitting them.I was taking my revenge on dogs for killing my papaiya.
After some years, when I was 12 year old, we again changed the house and settled in a far away house from the city. (At present where I am writing this story).
So thank you for reading my cat story. Love you💖
