A tiger once chased a cat into a jungle. The cat ran as fast as its legs could carry it, and climbed up a tall tree. And the tiger could not do anything, but to look up at the tree, watching the cat sitting on a branch. From that time on, cats hide their feces in fear that tigers might still be chasing them.

In my childhood, I had two cats – an all-black one, while the other was a perfect assortment of white, black, and orange. One fine morning we – me and my sister – found them in a large bowl, which had been sitting quietly in a corner of the large and spacious veranda of our apartment. The veranda was always very quiet as we hardly spent our time there.

From that time on the two twins became our pets; and we nurtured and took care of …