“Is it your cat?” Maid’s kid asked me as her mother was busy doing household chores. Today he had fever so came along with her. On seeing a white colored cat with black and white stripped tail he couldn’t resist asking.
“Yes, it is mine. Its name is Bilu.” I told him when I was six years old. “When I call it, I produce poch poch sound to demonstrate, it come near me. It starts rubbing its body against mine to show affection. And when I say shoo and stamp my foot loudly on ground it knows that now I am angry and go away.”
“Is it ladeez or gentz?” He asked.