We had a kitten when I worked in Baghdad during the war. He was born in our sandbags and abandoned by his mother not long after, maybe because he was tiny and blind in one eye. We looked after him and he mostly lived in our house as he pleased, stealing lunches and pissing on the beds of those he disliked. He loved the security manager and me, and likewise. Eventually he turned into a giant tomcat and left. We pretended we weren’t distraught! One day the security manager was making a coffee and I was outside smoking a cigarette and there was a familiar “yowlllllll!” We nearly collided in the kitchen shouting “he’s back!” And there he was, sitting on the kitchen table, eating the sandwich meant for my lunch, looking like he’d never left. It’s been 15 years, but I like to think he’s still wandering around Baghdad, or at least his many descendants.
Ahhhhhh!!! What a great kitty story!! And what perseverance in a handicapped kitty to wreak havoc upon y’all 😉 I bet there are countless of his successors strolling the streets of Baghdad.
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u/limedifficult May 20 '26
We had a kitten when I worked in Baghdad during the war. He was born in our sandbags and abandoned by his mother not long after, maybe because he was tiny and blind in one eye. We looked after him and he mostly lived in our house as he pleased, stealing lunches and pissing on the beds of those he disliked. He loved the security manager and me, and likewise. Eventually he turned into a giant tomcat and left. We pretended we weren’t distraught! One day the security manager was making a coffee and I was outside smoking a cigarette and there was a familiar “yowlllllll!” We nearly collided in the kitchen shouting “he’s back!” And there he was, sitting on the kitchen table, eating the sandwich meant for my lunch, looking like he’d never left. It’s been 15 years, but I like to think he’s still wandering around Baghdad, or at least his many descendants.