my cutie cat

Grandmother's ancient house sheltered generations. When I found the stray kitten shivering beneath the jasmine vines, I knew she belonged here. I named her Kaveri, after the river poet Kannadasan celebrated in his verses. Caring for her became meditation. Each morning, our neighbors noticed my dedication, their approving smiles warming my heart. They called it admirable—this simple act of nurturing life in our ancestral home. Through Kaveri's eyes, I discovered what my grandmother always knew: heritage thrives through compassionate daily choices. Her purr echoed ancestral wisdom, reminding me that preserving culture means cherishing every living being within its embrace.