Cat

I was in the bedroom, sitting on the couch, drowsing. A small light flickered a little - shadows on the wall flickered, ghosts danced. The food was not ready, and with bent hands, I pondered whether, if I had been Napoleon, I could have won Waterloo. At such a time a small sound was heard, "Meow!"

I looked - suddenly I could not understand anything. At first it seemed that Wellington had suddenly become feline and came to me to beg for a drink. At the first impulse, hard as a rock, I thought that the duke had already been sufficiently rewarded, and could not be rewarded more at once. Especially unbridled greed is not good. “Meow!” said the Duke.

Then I looked carefully and saw that it was not Wellington. of a minor; Prasanna has exhausted the milk that she had kept for me, I was busy planning in the field of Waterloo, I did not see it. At the same time, Marjjar Sundari, satisfied with pure milk, said in a very sweet voice, "Meow!" I can't say, I understand, there was a little sarcasm in him; I understand, Marja was laughing in her heart and thinking, "Who dies, pays the bill, who eats where." Understand that he "Meow!" There was an intention to understand a little mind in words. I understand the mind of the cat, "I am sitting eating your milk - what do you say now?"

What do you say? I could not fix it. The milk is not even my father's. Dudh Mangalar, duhiache prasanna. Therefore, as I have the right to milk, so does the cat; So I can't be angry. But there is a tradition that if a cat eats milk, it has to be chased away and killed. It is also not desirable that I will be known as Kulanga among the people by disrespecting that traditional custom. What do you know, if this Marjari mocks Kamalakanta as a coward in the Swajati-mandal? Therefore, it is necessary to behave like a man. Having determined this, with all my heart, I lowered the hook from my hand, discovered a broken staff after much searching, and proudly rushed to Marjjari.

Marjjari knew Kamalakant; He showed no sign of being particularly frightened at the sight of the wand. He yawned just wanting to drink my mouth and sat down a little. Said, "Meow!" After understanding the question, I left the stick and came back to the bed and nodded. Then I got divyakarna and could understand all the words of Marjar.

I understand that the cat is saying, "Why the fight? Settle down and hold your hand, judge a little and see? You will eat milk, curd, milk, curd, fish, meat in this world, why don't we get anything? You are human, we are cats, what is the difference? You are hungry - we are not? You eat, we don't mind; But when we eat, according to what scriptures you come to kill us with wooden sticks, I did not find it in many inquiries. Take some advice from me. I don't see any way to improve your knowledge except by getting education from the wise quadrupeds. Seeing all your schools, I feel that you have understood this in so many days.

"Look, bedridden man! What is religion? Philanthropy is the ultimate religion. Drinking this milk has benefited me immensely. This benevolence is perfected in the milk drawn by you - therefore you are the fruit of that supreme Dharma - I steal, and whatever I do, I am the root cause of your accumulation of Dharma. So instead of beating me, praise me. I am the helper of your religion.

"Look, I am a thief, but have I become a thief by virtue? If you get to eat, who is a thief? Behold, those who are great saints, who rise up in the name of thieves, are more impious than many thieves. They do not steal because they do not need to steal. But those who do not want to face the thief even if they have unnecessary wealth, this is why the thief steals. Adharma is not a thief - the one who steals is the adharma of the miserly rich man. The thief is guilty, but the miser is a hundred times more guilty than the rich. The thief is punished; Why is the miser who is the root of the theft not punished?

Behold, I wander from wall to wall, and no one throws me a fishhook. Fish hook, leaf rice, throw it in the drain, throw it in the water, still do not call me. Your stomach is full, how can I know the hunger of my stomach! Alas! If you are sad for the poor, do you have any pride? To suffer the pain of a poor person like me, shame no doubt. He who never gives alms to the blind, is a great king, sleeps not at night when he lies in the hollow - all willing to suffer the next pain. But sorry for the sadness of the little people! Shit! Who will be?

"Look, if so-and-so Shiromani, so-and-so Nyayalanka came and ate your milk, would you come and kill him with a stick? Instead of joining hands to say, what else will I bring? But why stick to me? You will say, they are very learned, honorable people. Are they more hungry than me as a scholar or respectable? No one understands the disease-poverty hunger of mankind who oiled his head. Arrange a feast for the one who gets bored when asked to eat - and punish him as a thief who eats your food without being asked because of hunger! Shit!

"Look, look at our situation, look at wall to wall, courtyard to courtyard, palace, palace, meow meow we look in all directions - no one throws us a fish hook. If someone can be your companion cat - being a householder, a young wife's brother to an old man, or a young man's friend to a foolish rich man - then he is nourished. His tail swells, his body becomes hairy, and seeing the six of their forms, he becomes a poet of many virtues.