'My Name is Chocolate' is a story about a naughty house cat and Parker his pal.
When Parker returned home he saw all his project papers shredded, he got furious over it. Bad time for his two year old Chocolate! Yes, that’s his cat’s name. As usual, Chocolate sensed his return and rushed to the hall to welcome him with his unusual Meows and Purrs.
Parker at his peak of frustration that all his hard work was destroyed now! Meanwhile Chocolate came close to him. He kicked him firmly. “Maaaeow” he screamed and thrown almost some 7 feet away. But nothing fatal, since he is a strong cat. He hurried under the sofa like Captain Jack Sparrow and peeked at Parker.
“What happened to you? Why you hit me? I did nothing. Have not scratched you!” his scared looks conveyed this message.
Chocolate is an unusually faithful cat and loves Parker a lot. For this cat, he is the whole world. At times Chocolate caused bloody scratches on him, but Parker would always take him lightly. They understood each other so well. But this aggressive behaviour was unusual for that cat.
Parker went to his room and locked inside.
“Parker.. Where are you? I told you not to keep the front doors open when you are in your room!” his mother arrived.
“Meow” Chocolate went to her with a silent voice and gently rubbed his head on her palm. Definitely he was not going to complain about Parker.
“Hey Chocolate! You look terrible. Where is Parker? He is not playing with you today?” she grabbed the cat and walked to Parker’s room.
“Open the door” she knocked thrice. No response from him.
“Dear, are you alright?” she got worried a bit and let Chocolate down on the floor.
“Moeaow” as usual Chocolate tried his modulated Meows.
“Are you going to open or not? This is not good Dear” she knocked continuous and the door opened.
She saw him crying. “What happened Son?” She wrapped her arm around his shoulders.
Chocolate was looking at them, sitting just outside the room “Meaw” he called Parker.
“Why are you not coming inside Chocolate?” she asked the cat “Did anything wrong with you both?”
“I kicked him” Parker admitted.
“He has torn away my Project note into pieces” he replied.
She looked at Chocolate, who just emulated “I was just playing with it :)”
“Oh Chocolate” she went on to search the note and found it beside the window. The breeze was gentle and that could have made him curious to play with. No one was home to play… flying papers… and obviously for a playful cat like Chocolate would do the obvious!
Poor Chocolate had no idea what notebook was that, in fact, it was Parker who taught him to shred papers when they play.
“Look what he has done!” Parker came out of his room.
“Dear, you will have a copy of your work on your computer, you can print them again. But look at him, he is not aware of what he did. For him the toilet paper, newspaper and any paper is just a toy to play with. You left it here open and breeze blown the papers so he did this!” she explained.
Parker seemed to realize. “I am the one who taught him this right?” He started searching for Chocolate under the sofa. He was not there.
“Chocolate!” he called his pet for a compromise. They both searched him everywhere, he disappeared suddenly. The front doors were still open.
“Did he go outside?” Parker rushed. The busy street outside was never been a safe place for cats. Many were hit by cars. They both ran outside to find Chocolate.
“Mommy, will he be ok?” worried Parker almost cried. “Don’t worry, he is a smart cat we will find him”
“Chocolate!” they inquired around and shouted his name. But no sign of him. As it was getting dark, she advised that they should get back to home and wait for Chocolate to return.
Parker was crying, “I made a mistake, I was so rude”.
“It’s ok dear, he will understand you” she comforted him.
They walked back home. They could not believe what they saw and burst out to laugh.
“Purr.. Purr…” Chocolate was busy tearing off the remaining papers of that project note! 🙂
- Words by Din
In our life too, our anger takes over the real character and sometimes we may behave rude with our beloved ones. We must understand that mistakes do happen, it’s always better not to judge our beloved ones. When we look deeper, the mistake could be petty and always there will be a solution.
We should forget hatred like pets and ready to accept our mistakes like the wise. Not finding fault at first matters, all it matters is who let go the issue and compromise first 🙂