Sky poured densely. Clouds buried the daylight in their darkness.The umbrella sheltered me at the click of a button. But today the storm seemed more potent than earth’s gravity, pulling the fringes of the umbrella upwards. I lingered in a shady corner awaiting the rain to subside. A pair of green eyes popped out of the corner and disappeared in the blink of an eye. I felt an instant connect with them.
I slogged into my apartment. While sipping my Hazelnut coffee and listening to the faint signal of All India Radio , I heard a letter drop in my letter box.
“ Who delivers posts on such a day? I hope its not the banks again”, I gave a sigh.
A black fur textured envelope was lying on the floor.
“Such a pretty envelope, definitely not the banks”, I carefully slid my hand into it making sure I ensue no damage to it. The leaf read
“ Ms Lesely, You are cordially invited to the Pet Pash , 24, Raisira Road “.
I checked my dress and the back of my heels before entering the plush apartment like I do before entering a luxury designer showroom, conscious that the salesperson might judge you for the slight imperfections. I tucked the last bit of the a-symmetrical shirt coming out of my skirt edges and entered.
The place smelt of Dior, Giordano and Guess. One would rarely get to smell such a fine mixture of fragrances.
“ Hi , I am Mr. Abees, today I am going to introduce you to my first speaking pupil, Tobermory”, Mr. Abees announced striking his wine glass with a spoon.
I saw a black tail stick out from behind him. A petite figure came into view. She was a black cat. Tobermory was standing upright in a posture suit to humans . As she lifted her eyes up, I recognized them immediately. My thoughts were interrupted by her syrupy voice.
“Heylo ladiesss and gentalmann, Ai amm Tobermorii. Ladyy Blamely is my masterr “, she said clearing her throat.
“She blames she blames, Lady blamely blames”, she turned into a jingle.
The gathering was astounded and there was a buzz around “Incredible”, “Terrific” ,”Miracle” and what not.
Lady Blemely, a stout woman of middle age in red high heels stepped forward and with a big plastic smile.
“Now now let the little mistress speak”, Lady Blemely said.
But Tobermory’s eyes were fixed on something
“That rot sushi is 2 weeks oldd nauw, it must bee soo tasttyy”, she said with her tongue wagging.
Next I heard crockery break on the floor and a man trying to vomit out what he had just ingested.
“She blames she blames, Lady Blamely blames”, Tobermory again turned into a jingle.
“Ms.Carla, I have beenn dreadingg you”, said Tobermory.
“Oh why Tobermory? “, asked the lady inquisitively feeling privileged to be the topic of the incredible conversation.
“Ai am scaared of being eaten up by biggg fatt bitch”, said Tobermory sheepishly.
“What ! Do I look like one !!”, said Ms. Carla getting offended.
“Lady Blamely told me you are one and you hook upp with a lot of richhe dogs”, Tobermory said widening her eyes, folding her hands .
“ What if your dog gangg comee and eat, Tobermori is such a poor little thing”, said Tobermory shivering at the thought.
“Shee blamess she blames lady Blamely blames”, Tobermory jingled.
“You wretched animal, you tell lies !!”, Lady Blemely turned to Tobermory and cornered her.
“She blames she blames Lady Blamely blames” , Tobermory crouched back. As a reflex reaction she jumped and landed in my lap. I offered her the “rotten sushi” from my plate.
“Come back you nasty creature”, Lady blemley shouted.
“She offered Tobermori food from herr platee. Thiss is my new masterr”, Tobermory said shouting this time and pointing at me.
“You lie first now you tell me I don’t own you!!”, Lady blemely said.
“She blames she blames, Lady blamely blames”, Tobermory turned into a jingle one last time.