Our homely black cat is usually accustomed,
to the ball of cooked rice by the younger brother;
to the half cup of milk poured by the elder sister;
to the bony pieces chewed and spit by the father;
to the occasional kick by the elder brother:
But, only the act of being the guard
to the newly born baby mice, eyes - unopened
and are wriggling within the rags of
my mother's sari is something new to the black cat!
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