Friday, June 12, 2009

Kompot: Tail of a Kitten

Old folks used to say it is bad luck to take pictures of a cat. They said, the cat would meet with premature death.

While I believe what those old folks said were mere superstition, I somehow never did snap any. Either there were no real reasons to do so, or I just feared to have guilty conscience hanging on my shoulder. Until about 2 months ago.

While trying to take a picture of a tree, Cing - one of the 2 strays that come and go as they please to my house (the other being Ku) - walked across the street right into the frame. As the picture was devoid of any subjects except for the tree and other small plants, I naturally was thrilled to snap Cing, and the picture is now somewhere in my Painting Pictures blog. Since then, more opportunities came my way.


The sound was unmistakably that of a kitten. From its mewing I gathered it was still small, the age where it still craves for the mother's milk as well as the warmth of her body. Judging from its cry for a great part of the night, I had feared that the mother may very well not return due to a matter where mortals are incapable of avoiding. Sadness crept within but there was nothing I could do - the kitten, was well within a neighbour's compound.

Thomok II was the last cat I had as my own. A tomcat he was. And like many other tomcats in urban areas where territories overlap one another, Thompok IIconstantly comes back all bruised and battered, involved in a scrap with a larger and more ferocious tomcat living next door. Still, Thompok II held his heads high and continued to defend his patch within the grounds of our yard.

The next morning, the next door children sounded full of joy. Then, one of them said "comel nya!". Instinctively I knew my asumptions the previous night was wrong. This kitten must have been separated from its family and brought to the neighbour. But this initial sigh of relief was later pestered by the kitten's continous cry thoughout half the day. Stepping out to have a look myself, I was greeted by the neighbour, a tall but friendly guy. In fact, he and his wife have been nice especially towards my emak. Problem is, the kitten is now afraid of their children - all 3 are rough and tumble boys - and have fled across the fence into my area. As one who love cats, I just could not resist taking it into my arms and began carressing. That, turned out to be a mistake.

Thompok II was the kitten of a stray that gave birth to more than several litters of cute and adorable kittens, many within the small shed at the back of the house. Eversince he began eating solid food, we became attached to one another and over the years, he learnt a trick or two: he liked to sit on my shoulder, balancing himself rather precipitously when I stand and walk. Another was to greet me when I come home from school by jumping onto me quite like a dog with it's master. However, what I least liked about him was when he catches mice and leave them on the front of the kitchen door, perhaps as a gesture of thanks. Either that, or he must have thought that I needed to eat more.

Sometime last week, the neighbour and his family went back to their kampung. Seeing that the kitten is already attached to me, they gave me his ration for the several days they'll be gone. And for the 4days and nights after, the kitten and I became more attached. In fact, she began following me for short walks, something another cat from another time long ago did.

Thompok II was named after another cat several years before: Thompok. Then, we were living in Pengkalan Chepa, Kelantan, and had to move to KL, bringing Thompok along with us. As the roads then were small and treacherous at certain stretches, it was a 2night trip, with a stopover somewhere in a chalet near a beach in Terengganu (can't remember the other stop, though). The next morning, the entire family took a walk along the beach...with Thompok walking beside us, running further inland whenever a wave come too close for comfort, then resuming its position beside us when it was safe. At one point of time, we even put him on a coral and there were visibly, not a single protest from him. I may have been only 6 then, but I remember the day very well even now. Sadly, slightly more than 2 weeks after we settled into the house in Section 20, PJ, Thompok dissapeared from our lives.

However, all was not well for Kompot and me. For one, I realise the growing bond between us have to be broken before the neighbour return. This, would make it easier for her to return to her 'family'. Another, was that emak's rashes was beginning to redevelop, the allergy which could perhaps be the kitten itself. Emak is also squeamish with cats, especially when kittens rub themseves at her legs. There has been several occasions in the past when she literally jumped out of her seat when a kitten does. At her age now, this is something to be avoided. But oh, she does love cats and this is evident with Kompot.

The neighbours - till earlier today - had not given her any name. Thus, for reasons quite evident in the second picture, I had begun calling the kitten 'Kontot', to which she responded quite reluctantly. 2 days before the neighbours returned, Emak changed the name to 'Kompot', which she said describes the tail more aptly, and far more better than the one I gave. I have to agree. And so too it seem with Kompot.

Early Friday morning as I stepped out of the house, 2 of the boys came running towards me shouting "ayah beli bola pingpong! Kucing to tengah main ngan bola tu!".

I was glad to hear that as it means the neighbours are beginning to understand Kompot's need for affection and attention. But at the same time, I felt a tinge of sadness as I do miss giving it to her. To force her to return to her 'family, I had to use the water hose to spray her, and chase her every time she wandered into our yard to her favourite berth, that of large vase and home to a fern plant; n the past few days she was with us, that was where she would emerge from every time I called her name.

Several hours ago as I stepped out of the house as I normally do on very warm nights, Kompot was sitting on the wall dividing the 2 compounds. Soon as she started her mewing, I stepped back in and closed the door. Whether she likes it or not, she belong to the neighbours and she must learn to accept it. As I did.

Kompot, by the way, has a new name already. Perhaps due to her constant mews, the boys named her Siti Nurhaliza.

ps. To my friends: I lost my hp and all the numbers contained within. Kindly email me your number so we can keep in touch. Thank you.


  1. Salam...

    Ngam sangat lah...kompot ngan nama CT Nurhaliza tu...

    but sedih...ingatpun kucing tu u punya...

  2. W'salam Cello,

    Hmm...apa nak buat, dah hak orang kan? Lagipun, kesihatan emak mesti diutamakan.

  3. Salam CA,
    Patutla CA No Komen dgn baby 12 tahun I tu...rupanya CA pun sama...huhuhu...Innalillahiwaiinailairajiuunn..nak hp baru tu...

    take care CA...

  4. W'salam rs,

    Hehe, dah nasib badan rs, apa nak buat :)

  5. hey i love cats too but my mom's totally the opposite. i remember back when i was kid, i insisted on keeping a cat i brought back from the street one day. never wanted to argue, mom gave the ultimatum, either the cat goes or she leaves. that really made it easier to decide.

  6. Salam kerpie,

    Hehe. That, surely was an easy way to make a decision :) Glad you made the right one though.

  7. salam...waaa those must be modern old folk...zaman my atuk dulu susah benar nak jumpa camera nak ambik gambar sendiri...inikan gambar kucing ehehee....tapi mmg byk superstition pasal kucing ni...lagi black cat.....ummm but sabrina d witch with those black cat is very entertaining...

  8. W'saman arsaili,

    Maaf lewat jawab, kurang sihat sedikit.

    Tang kucing tu, memang banyak superstition. Tapi kan, tang Sabrina tu, saya suka tengok dia daripada kucing dia, hehe. Oops! :)

  9. Gambar kucing yang pertama itu sangat cantik. Angle yang bagus dan warna yang semulajadi. Teruskan usaha.

  10. Salam bayan,

    Terima kasih. InsyAllah, dengan kata nasihat dan dorongan sahabat, akan tetap saya usaha.

  11. tengok gambar kompot teringat kucing keluarga kami bernama 'abu' yg mati secara tragis...kena gelek dgn kereta ayahanda...2,3 hari jugaklah satu keluarga bersedih

  12. Salam Mek Na,

    Hmm...nampaknya ramai cat-owners experience the very same thing - my father, my pet's murderer. Yup, my family experienced the same thing.

  13. salam...moga cepat sembuhnya...ahaha the remedy tgk sabrina...ahahaha

  14. W'salam arsaili,

    Ssshhh...nanti orang tahu tang sabrina, hehehe :)

  15. Lol....I just realised, my latest entry has almost the same title.

  16. Ydiana,

    Oh! OK, I'll check them out.

  17. salam... we love cats!

    * my kids took lots of the cats pics ;)

  18. W'salam umi_e,

    Alhamdulillah, as should we to all living beings.

    ps. You mean Kompot's pics? They are welcome to it. There's several more at my Painting Pictures blog.