Today these kittens are in no mood for playing, probably they are hungry or they are missing the sun in this cloudy morning. The nature has made cats an ostentatious creature. The black and white cat is clearly frail but it has not lost its majestic walk, the cat-walk as they call it. It places it's foot with great cautiousness very much aware that it might loose the grace as it forgets to walk in its way. It climbs up the sack and licks itself, it cares a lot about cleanliness. It doesn't know about fragrances and perfumes otherwise it would also use it. Probably the scent of flowers amuses it but it doesn't know how to get it. When I see it playing with flowers I assume it might be trying to get the fragrance or probably asking the flower for tips to look graceful. I however feel flowers are beautiful, grace is characteristic of cats. The local kids tease them, try to shoo them away but inside the fence of the yard they know nobody will be able to move an inch of their hair. They look stoically at the mischievous kids, narrow their eyes and gather their body to make a circular demeanour, their tails stretched and almost restless. They look unappeased by the happenings around them, as if they are saints who have renounced the earthly thing and are in trance of their high meditation.
These creatures are less timid, even when a human passes nearby they just ignore the presence of the mortal as if they underestimate the prowess of a man. In their trance they might be thinking death is unavoidable and the maximum this mortal can do is kill me, later he will suffer his karma. Sometime when I pass close to them, they widen their green eyes not afraid a little as if just to check who it is and close their eyes returning to their meditation. It an make any one feel inferior, even the most notorious of the megalomaniacs will at least doubt at their might with this negligence of ones existence by these mundane creature.
You might kick at it but you know it fights back, that is the part of its majestic existence. Their brothers at the jungle are the most ruthless of the beings with no fear of what-so-ever and these tiny creature might have that instinct of majesty.
They roam from here to there as if some sort of imperialist, do not have herd as they are mighty enough to take care of themselves. Weaks require herds the gallants do not. Where they step that is their terrain? They even seem least concerned for food as if it is there just for asking.