How I Smuggled Kittens Into My Hostel
These Kittens Made My Life More Bearable
Near the end of the second year in my college, one of my Seniors, a guy from Arts Team thought that it would be a great idea to woo girls with a pair of kittens and brought them to our club meeting. Of course, the girls were fawning and cooing over the kittens, so teeny tiny that they had barely opened their eyes.
I couldn’t care less. I thought of myself as a “Dog Person”. Who knew I would be smacked on the head and made to realize that I am a “Cat-Dog Person” (throw in anything furry into the category).
This Senior had taken a fancy to one of my close friends and roommate, Mini, and let her hold the kittens. Then she did something completely unexpected! She wanted to bring the kittens to our hostel room! I was aghast.
I called her aside and exclaimed, “Mini, Seriously! Who’ll take care of ‘em? Do you think it’s a joke? We might be expelled!”. Our dorm authorities had strict with capital “S” rules regarding pets (which were not allowed) and we couldn’t risk getting caught.
“Please! Look at them. That guy would starve them. Moreover, the kittens’ mother had died yesterday. I know we would do a good job of raising them”, she begged me, puppy-eyed. I took one look at the kittens, snuggled together in a box.
They were cute. I relented.
Planning The Smuggle
- The planning was simple and effective. I would hold the carton carrying the kittens (Don’t worry, it had multiple holes to facilitate breathing).
- We would get a syringe from the Pharma to feed the younglings.
- Mini would check for security guards and if she finds them keep them engaged.
- Another mutual friend of ours, Bu would escort me safely from the inside
The plan was foolproof. Little did we know it would be a mess.
The D-Day
We had scheduled a meeting with the Senior and he handed over the box to me. I took a peek. Inside were the most perfect, minuscule pair of kittens I had ever laid my eyes on.
One of them was the color of cement, with random black stripes. He looked like pepper granules. I quickly named him Pepper.
The other was pure white. Smaller than Pepper and more serene. We called it Joy.
Pepper, being the naughtier and louder of the two, started yowling. Assuming it’s hungry, we rushed to the nearest canteen, bought milk, cooled it down, and tried feeding both of them with the syringe. The Pepper monster gulped down 4 entire syringes and quietened. We relaxed and moved towards our hostel.
Then all the hell broke loose. Pepper started screeching and yowling again. To cover up the noise, Mini started playing loud music on her mobile phone. Still, the sound wasn’t subdued. The guard started walking towards us. Then I did something that still makes me turn red in embarrassment.
I started mewling and yowling in front of about 50 students.
“We were just practicing for a play”, I chuckled nervously. The guard, though suspicious, left the place. Mini followed her and started holding a conversation about the weather.
I sneaked to the back of the dorm, beckoned Bu and she pulled the kittens in through the window. Heaving a sigh of relief, I called out to Mini and both of us went to our room.
Bu had placed the kittens on the bed and both on them were sleeping peacefully, curled up one over the other. I arranged bits and pieces of our old clothes and plush in the carton, making a small kitty bed. I look at Mini and grinned. What an endeavor!
“Welcome roommates”.
This incident had happened 2 years back. I will recount the tales of the kitties in the upcoming articles. We had an amazing time raising these two and each day was an adventure.
