Chilli The Cat
There was a loud
buzz in the beautiful village of La Gaulette
an astrologer had just settled there. He
was so good at crystal ball gazing too. Certainly,
our friend Chilli could trust him. Sir,
he said, making himself comfortable in his chair,
tell me about that future of mine.
cleaned the ball with a piece of cloth.
Wait! Wait, my son, he said solemnly.
Chilli waited scratching his belly and wondering
how this astrologer could be his father.
Im impatient, he said.
are going to meet someone, resumed the
astrologer, his hands moving all over the crystal
whiskers stood up and his face glowed. Tell
bent over the crystal ball. It seemed he was more
at grazing than gazing. This somebody would
want to know everything about you! he
excited, jumped Chilli. He placed more
coins on the table. Tell me where and who
cat! I can see an intelligent beautiful girl.
Tomorrow, the astrologer said. She
would be interested in knowing you in depth.
Dropping a final coin, Chilli thanked the
astrologer. Then suddenly the astrologers
face became very serious.
Is the money
not enough? Chilli asked.
drew a long breath. My son when you go home
from here, beware. A van might take you away.
Im afraid you are going to meet that girl
during a cat dissection class at the nearby
Luke the famous village doctor could not see his
beloved cat that night. It was late and he was
doubly sad as he had personally prepared
Chillis favourite fish. Quickly he set out
for his precious cat.
he went to the butchers house. Fearing the
man might have cut and sold his cat Mr Luke
shared his problem anxiously. Maybe
hes gone to look for a bride, the
butcher snapped. Your cats just so
lonely. You are not a suitable match for him
despite all your affection. The doctor was
not impressed; he moved to the next house after
having emptied the butchers bin.
you seen my cat? asked the doctor.
mean your white cat? inquired the sleepy
milkman. Doctor, maybe theres no more
mice at your place. He has gone elsewhere.
Hell come back. Wondering in what
misery his cat might be, Mr Luke moved to the
night was so cold too. Have you seen my cat?
Mr Luke asked. As the author of the story I
decided to end his pain.
told him Chilli was sleeping at home, dead with
chagrin and all black with mud having narrowly
escaped a van earlier in the evening. I told him
that his cat was sleeping on the table where he
would keep his curios. Certainly his wife
hadnt bought a black wooden cat for his
collection as he had earlier thought while
looking for Chilli in the house.