In the second week of June '20, my youngest sister Soha (15) found something on Facebook she'd been longing for ages. There's a group called "Cat Lover's Society" on Facebook, which she still follows.
In that group, she saw a post about a stray kitty. A young man about 22-23 had found a kitty at an under-construction portion of their building. He said that the poor cat was lost from its mom and had no shelter or food at all. Furthermore, people used to scare the shit out of it by driving it away or throwing chunks of earth, etc.
This guy, being a good soul, and even though he had 2 kittens already in his house, took the baby cat in. It wasn't easy though. The kitty had developed so much fear and cautiousness of people within such a short span of time that it tried its best to stay away from humans.
Every time someone approached the kitty, it hissed and snarled. But being an experienced cat-handler, the guy managed to grab it somehow (with some tiny kitty scratches on forearms) and took it in his home.
The boy's mother loved cats too. She fed it well as she did for their other kittens. But owing to the fact that they already had 2 kittens, the newly rescued cat required an alternative arrangement, hence, the post on Facebook for adoption.
Many cat lovers had pounced on the post for adopting the cat, but knowing its still-aggressive mood, most of them withdrew. But my sister was so longing for a pet cat that she insisted the guy for giving it to her and at last, my lil sis had won the pledge over the others.
Funnily enough, no other member of our family had the slightest idea what she was up to. Because we'd just moved into a new rental house (Just before April '20) and our landlady was a bit picky about almost everything, adopting a pet was out of the question.
But my youngest sister seems to be an opportunist and a stubborn dealer (God, she is!), who'd done all the talking and made the arrangement with that guy for taking the cat into our house. The arrangement was that the boy would bring the cat to a certain location and someone from us had to collect it from there.
And of course, very conveniently, my sis nominated 'Me' for that task, without even letting me know in the first place what was going on. The smooth little brat.
My mother was cold about it and I was like what the hell! But nonetheless, I prepared to go and talked to that boy over cellphone about where to meet. I set off and hopped on a battery-3-wheeler, thinking in my way to meet that guy how we'd tried to have cats before in our life and failed. But that's another story to tell some other day.
However, I had reached the place about 10 minutes before the boy did. I finally had received a call from him and in 20 seconds, we waved at each other from the other sides of the road. I'd noticed a shoe-box in his hands. I knew what was in it.
End of Part-1; Story continues...