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Excerpt from an email Mayank wrote to his friend who was kind enough to look after our cats Noodle & Dopey while he was out of town for 3 days last month.


“…..Here’s a guide for handling Noodle and Dopey:


0)         I’ve filled the cat food dispenser to the brim, it should last for almost 3 days. If you find the food running low on the third day, please refill it to the brim. Cat food is located inside the lower cupboard in the passageway, the one that has a chair propped against it. The chair is there to keep Noodle out, else she opens the door and helps herself to the cat food. Both these cats are kept on a strict diet, lest they get overweight. A small cup for measuring food is kept on the left of the microwave. To refill the food, just take the black rectangular cover off the top of the dispenser (might be slightly tight), add food in, and fasten it back.The water should be enough for a week.




0.5)      The two boxes of litter in the closet should be good for 3 days, you wont have to do anything. It might smell a bit after a day or two, sorry. Noodle has the unpleasant habit of not covering her droppings after she’s done her business, since she’s the boss cat of the house. Poor Dopey has to do it for her.

1)         Please be careful while opening and closing the front door, the cats might try to escape. If they go outside, they don’t know their way back.

2)         If you can’t find the cats anywhere in the house (particularly Noodle), good places to look are under the bed in the bedroom, and under the recliner, inside the cloth on the underside (heaven knows how they get in there). I’ve kept a small flashlight on the dining table, it’s useful for locating black cats hiding in dark corners. If all else fails, rattle the food in the cat food dispenser, and they’ll come running.

3)         If you find Dopey running around, it’s because he’s excited to see you. If you run after him, he’ll go hide under the bed.

4)         The cat toys are all kept in the second drawer in the chest of drawers in the bedroom. They’re in the second drawer because Noodle is smart enough to open the top and the bottom drawer on her own. She’s smart enough to go to college. They like the big read cat tease most of all, and Dopey likes to run after the small silver ball of aluminum foil. Noodle might act a bit pricey at first, but she likes to play as much as anyone.

5)         Please *do not* leave any sort of yarn/thread around Dopey, he always swallows it, and it can be fatal for him.


I hope you have a great time with these two!
Oh and there’s a box of Ferrero Rocher chocolates in the freezer, please help yourself to it! Or anything else in the fridge, for that matter.


Thanks again,





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It was the longest 3 hours and 25 mins flight of our lives. Both Mayank & I have had our share of terrible flying experience but were never as stressed out as we were last Saturday. Our cats, Noodle & Dopey were flying with us from Austin to Santa Clara. Southwest Airlines was kind enough to have a pet policy that allowed certain pets inside the cabin.

Knowing what a spoilt brat Dopey is, we had begun training the cats to stay inside their carrier and get used to the sense of motion. We took them out every evening for a drive in preparation for last Saturday’s journey. As the days went by they acclimatized or so we thought.Our biggest worry was them playing the escape artist during security check when we would have to take them out of the carrier and through the security check. Mayank would handle Noodle while I would wrestle with feisty Dopey.

Dopey does not suffer in silence. Period! He will ensure everyone around him knows he’s unhappy. From the time we put him in the carrier early morning to the time we got into our new home, he complained. He pleaded, cajoled, cried, threatened, fought, pushed, wailed and bit. He sunk his claws and teeth into the carrier mesh every now and then, trying his level best to tear it off. He rubbed his nose against the mesh which made it turn red as a beet. If this was his “calm” self after the stress relief medicine we had given the cats, I shudder to think what he would have done otherwise.

Noodle on the other hand was a Buddha. Not a word from her. Perhaps she was contemplating digging a tunnel and escaping. Or plotting our murder while we slept.

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Every other day, Noodle and Dopey have a sparring contest. The reason could be anything- Dopey in a playful mood, Noodle in a foul mood, Dopey getting bored, Noodle snatching Dopey’s toy. In short they get into a fight very often. At times several times a day. It’s not a playful kitty scrap. Even though it lasts briefly, the vehemence with which they attack each other is not lost.

A typical Round I match begins by Dopey attacking Noodle from behind, thus having an unfair advantage. But in no time, Noodle’s shaken him off and he’s lying on his back. From then on he’s lost the round. Noodle rains blows on him left, right and centre. Dopey can barely manage to save his face. And after a knock-out punch Noodle haughtily walks away while Dopey is left to wonder where he needs to improve upon next time.

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What a Sunday it was!

Responding to a medical emergency we rushed to the hospital and had the patient admitted.  The doctor went over his abdomen and sure enough could feel something stuck. Hmm, she was 90% sure but needed an x-ray to be so completely. The patient would also need IV fluids and would have to be “under observation” for the next 12 hours. In case his condition deteriorated during that time, surgery would need to be done on him.

The patient was our 7 month old kitten Dopey. The dog that he is, he had swallowed a 3ft long piece of yarn the night before. Blissfully unaware we realized the misdeed only when Dopey vomited his gut out the next day and we could not find the yarn in the drawer(it’s usual place). It had to be Dopey. It was his nature to swallow everything within his reach.

So even though, the culprit showed no signs of illness due to the ingestion, online resources warned us of dire consequences of the intestine folding around the yarn, of the yarn cutting through the intestine and other horror stories. A call to the hospital confirmed it was indeed an emergency. I had visions of what that horrible yarn was doing to my kitten’s intestines. We took off to the hospital like a bat out of hell.

Twelve hours in the hospital did nothing to dampen Dopey’s spirits. The hospital staff had to put on a “cone of shame” around his head to prevent him from tearing apart his IV drip. Several hundred dollars poorer, we were advised to wait and watch when we came to pick him the next day. Within an hour of reaching home Dopey pooped out the whole yarn. What relief!

But now I can’t find the safety pin! Darn that cat!

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I see a clear bias developing in the cats. Noodle who spends most of her time ignoring my existence is suddenly transformed into Mayank’s girl the moment he comes back from work. Without giving him a moment’s rest she attaches herself to Mayank’s legs, looks up at him and demands to be petted rather loudly. More so when he’s working on his physiotherapy exercises at home. Noodle just won’t rest until he’s petted her and picked her up. She also stalks him to the kitchen and demands her share of whatever he’s having. Which he gladly obliges. From my seat I can see her arched back, raised tail and constant weaving in and out between Mayank’s legs. A spoilt girl she is.

Dopey on the other hand is my ardent follower, even to the bathroom. A bundle of energy that he is, he often does not let me do much other than play with him. So I have to lock him out of a room often. And thereafter begins his piteous meows. As if he’s missing out on all the fun. Every morning like a clockwork he starts his meowing ritual outside the bedroom door. Once let in, he immediately jumps on the bed and begins to head-butt me on my face-his way of saying “wake up and pet me”. Shortly, he collapses very near to my feet and does not wake up until it’s breakfast time.

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Dopey, the dog-cat has taken to a new dog habit; that of panting like a dog – rapid, shallow respirations accompanied by open-mouthed breathing and protruding tongue. During such times it’s really difficult to believe he’s not a dog. A short chase after his favorite toy mouse or string and he’s transformed to a dog. He runs, jumps, pants and then slurps water noisily from his drinking bowl. Noodle, the snooty cat gives him a disgusted look. Like a dog, Dopey doesn’t care.

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It’s stressful at times to live in a house owned by cats. In between their nap time and food time, they like to run around, at each others heals, biting, chewing and ostensibly playing. Not only do they create a huge ruckus, they almost always disturb the human who might be trying to get some work done. They climb on the table, knock off a few things, walk all over the computer, sit on it and refuse to budge. The younger one often escapes carrying in his mouth, the pen or pencil that the human was working with.

Several hours pass, before the two fall asleep and silence reigns in the house.

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At times I feel I slightly, ever so slightly biased towards our new kitten. Well Dopey’s not so new and not a kitten anymore. After we had Noodle for a few months, we thought it would be good if we got her a playmate of her kind. Having been brought up in a multi cat house, I was always enthusiastic about adopting another cat at least. Mayank wasn’t so confident. For one Noodle was his first pet and he wasn’t sure if he could “handle” another. Second, he felt the cats would usurp his favourite “me-time” and the recliner.

So we chose the middle path. We decided to foster Dopey & his sister from the shelter I volunteer at and got Noodle from. Dopey’s name at the shelter was Puck. But as was with Noodle, we decided to rename him once we adopted him. We had a lot of discussion regarding his name and then one evening while a 4 week old Puck looked at us sleepily from his perch on the stereo system. “Dopey!”, Mayank exclaimed and I knew we had found the name.

When Dopey was still a foster kitten, he had a sleepy, doped out look in his eyes all the time. I suppose he was also the runt in the litter, the smallest and weakest kitten. He suffered badly from URI, the feline version of cold and cough. Due to his blocked nose he found it very difficult to fall asleep and would often keep his mouth open to breathe. It was pathetic to see him like that. But it apparently did not dampen his enthusiasm for playing with Noodle. He would scream if Noodle so much as touched him with her claws but not as much as his sister, Sue, who shouted bloody murder.

Dopey’s turned out to be the dog of the house. Nothing can escape his sniffing. He loves to play fetch, just that he would never bring his toy back to me. He also eats just about anything. He especially loves to chew on strings and swallow them slowly. I suppose I could have taught him a few dog tricks.

He’s also our alarm clock. Every day at 7am, there’s a frantic scratching at the door and piteous meowing. It’s time for Dopey’s humans to wake up and play with him. After Mayank opens the door, he shoots inside like a rocket, gets on the bed and begins to rub his face on my nose.

Each day with this little fellow is filled with fun and laughter. I cannot imagine us without him keeping us entertained with his antics.

And here’s how the Batman looks when he’s just woken from sleep.

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