An Ode to Kallu: Our Deceased Cat

We had a black, hairy cat
My aunt found her on the street
We used to call her kallu
she would meow at every sound
meown-n for a whisper
MEEEE-OWNNN- to express anger

Feed her apples, she would eat
Feed her bananas, she would purr
Feed her chicken, she would jump up and down
My mom called her my copy cat
Her tastes in food resembled with mine
We shared Chicken Fried Rice and Kung Pao
That day her Meow sounded like a WOW

During her last days,
she would sit on my husband’s lap
look around the room,
walk through each nook and cranny
in a bid to stock up on memories
lots of big pennies for the little piggy bank

Fizza Abbas is a Freelance Content Writer based in Karachi, Pakistan. She is fond of poetry and music. Her works have been published on quite a few platforms including Poetry Village and Poetry Pacific.

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