It was monsoon season 2005, we had just survived massive flooding with hundreds of people and animals being swept away. On one of my nightly walks, I happened across a small ginger kitten who was standing in the middle of the road screaming her lungs out. I lured her over to the side of the road and set her on a stoop to feed her. She ate greedily and was super friendly.
After feeding her I wasn't sure what to do. I searched around for other kittens or for a mother, but had no luck. I asked all the watchmen and people around if they knew where this cat lived, but no one seemed to know anything. Not sure what I should do next, I thought I better go home and get my basket and try to bring her home with me for the night. She was covered in oil and grease and was terribly skinny.
No need in getting the basket.. she just followed me right home, screaming the entire way!
I brought her up and my partner said that if we were going to take care of her that this time this cat would be indoors only.
We quickly named her ginger masala (aka ginger spice). The following day we took her to the vet to get checked and found that she had worms (expected) and a very bad abcess on her butt, but that otherwise she was fine and would be healthy with proper nutrition. So once again I had a cat!
I still continued to scour the neighborhood looking for animals, but was much more content with my little ginger to look after. But the feelings of injustice that cats face on a daily basis never left me and I continued to speak to people about the possibility of doing something for them.
But it still would be a while before Meow Mumbai would began to become a more focused thought.
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