Olive, the pet cat had olive green eyes. I was seven when I picked her from some roadside. I cannot recall the exact place. She looked starved. So I got her home. Named her olive which my friends said was funny for a cat. It sounds more like a name for a parrot. I loved olive though she littered here and there and my mum got angry. But we toilet trained her. But after somedays Maa said olive is not a she turned out to be a tomcat.
Olive was my favourite pet
Yes it was a tomcat.
He put on so much weight
But he died when I was ten
And now I feel nostalgic
Immortalising him with my pen.
That made me giggle reading that Olive was more an appropriate name for a parrot. Because this was a memory, the details are more specific and more delightfully visual. Oh how I wish I had a potty trained cat. I’d join the circus! Lol.