Diary Entry â A Strange Incident Today
Today, when I came home from school around 7 pm, I went to the kitchen to get my dinner. While I was about to return with my plate, my eyes fell on the courtyard outside the kitchen door. I saw a cat calling her kittens. One of them had already reached her safely, but the other one was struggling to move forward.
I noticed something was wrongâits back legs seemed stiff, almost frozen. The kitten kept trying to move ahead but couldnât. At first, I thought of ignoring it since I would have to wash my hands if I touched it. But after a momentâs hesitation, I felt that I should check anyway, in case it was something serious. That turned out to be the best decision I made today.
When I went closer, I saw that both of the kittenâs back legs were tangled in maanjaâthe sharp thread used for flying kites. This kind of thread can easily cut through skin. I quickly grabbed the kitten, though it kept trying to escape, so I had to hold it firmly. Then I searched for scissors and carefully cut the thread. Honestly, the way the thread was wrapped around its legs didnât look like an accident. It felt as if someone had deliberately tied it there.
When the kitten had entered our courtyard, that same thread had gotten stuck to my fatherâs bed frame near the door, so I also removed and threw away the remaining piece.
I know this incident may not seem like something special to write about, but Iâm writing it because I still canât understand how or why someone would tie such a dangerous thread around the legs of a tiny kitten, barely 4â5 months old. There were four kittens in total, but now two of them are missingâthatâs honestly one of the reasons I feel unsettled. To be honest, I have an idea of who could do something this cruel, but they would never admit it. And without any evidence, speaking up would only create unnecessary drama. Still, Iâm sure of one thing: whoever it is, they wouldnât dare do something like this in front of me, I wonât let them do something like this.
These are stray cats, after all. Thereâs only so much I can do for them. They mostly stay in my house courtyard, and I just try to help them however I can.
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