The Story of Krish- My Idol
- anarghyahatti
- Mar 23
- 3 min read
Among us, there live a group of—oh wait, Billy, quick, give me a name.
"A name? Uhm, okay... Muthuswami Nagarajan Krish—"
"Yikes, no. Just a short name."
"Well, okay, how about just Krish?"
"Yeah, that's good. As I was saying—
Among us, there live a group of wanderers. Curious wanderers.
One such wanderer found her way into a neighborhood. The neighborhood she entered was placid but held some troubles for her kind. But she was hungry and lost. By her size, it was clear she was just a child. She had a beautiful snow-white coat and a melodious voice.
A girl from one of the houses saw and heard her. The girl’s family had cared for wanderers like her before, so she knew exactly how to help this hungry little one. She brought out some food and waited patiently for the wanderer to trust her. Slowly, the little one approached. She liked the food and soon began playing around with the girl. Usually, the wanderers would leave. The family expected her to be gone by morning.
But the next day, she returned. She wasn’t just looking for food—she was looking for love and shelter. And so, it was official. The wanderer was now part of the family, and they decided to call her Krish.
Krish loved that house. She explored as far as she could but always found her way back. The neighborhood kids adored her. They played with her, spoke to her, and made her feel welcome. As Krish grew, she became more independent. She found food on her own, made friends of her kind, and even stood bravely against the dangers she faced.
Nature has a play planned for everyone, and Krish reached the stage of motherhood. She gave birth, and oh, how she loved her children. The family stayed by her side, helping her care for them. But her kittens were wanderers too. With time, they strayed further and further until they lost their way back to their mother. It worried Krish, but she stayed strong.
The next time she gave birth, the family wanted to keep them safer. They locked the babies inside and made sure Krish could stay close to them. For a while, things were good. The small family had found happiness in a big, dark world.
But life doesn’t always play fair.
One unfortunate night, when Krish and her children were outside, the dangers struck. They came for the weak and the small. Krish’s instincts flared. She hid her little ones away, shielding them from sight. And then, she stood her ground.
She fought. She fought with everything she had. She had always been brave, but this time, she was facing more than she could handle. The threats grew louder. They ganged up on her. Still, she stood her ground—until she couldn’t anymore.
That night, Krish took her last breath."
So, who was Krish? And why did I ask Billy for that name?
Krish was a stray cat my family and I adopted. No one really gave her a name, she usually just responded to a meow. But I liked to call her Sweet Peas. She was my idol. A symbol of courage. She never shied away from meeting someone new, never feared being on her own. She was smart too, she recognized danger zones and kept away. I’ll miss Sweet Peas. I’ll miss her meows and the way she ran toward me whenever I put out food.
She inspired me.
This blog is a tribute to her. Here are a couple of pictures of her-
Signed,
Ann
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