“Hi Drunk Women!
I absolutely love your show, especially Catie. I love how she focuses on all the random details, just because. The show has been my go-to binge, especially when I have had a stressful day at work. I just got to the episodes from late 2020. Looks like this pandemic thing is will be over soon (don’t tell me how it ends ;) ). I also have a mystery for you. It isn’t a crime, so I understand if you don’t choose it. But I hope it is mysterious enough to make the cut. I will still love your show either way, although I might be extremely disappointed if it doesn’t get featured. Now, on to the story!
When I was 17, I was living in a small apartment in India (with my family), and my grandparents were in a different apartment in the same building. Very convoluted way of saying that I would meet and hang out with my grandparents every day. My grandfather loved animals and would befriend stray dogs and cats, much to the annoyance of my grandmother. There was one cat that especially bothered her because this cat would jump through the bars on the front gate and into the kitchen to steal milk, get in between her legs and almost trip her, and annoy her in every which way. My grandfather cultivated a friendship with the cat by sneaking out glasses of milk to feed her without my grandmother’s knowledge (don’t be mad at him for feeding the cat milk, he didn’t know that cats are lactose intolerant). Slowly, the cat because really close to the rest of us as well, and she was really cute and friendly, and would BEG for pets! The cat was mostly orange, with some white fur around the belly and paws. The cat was able to get through the aluminium foil, plastic wrap, and wire mesh that was put on the front gate to deter her so that she could steal milk. She would just jump higher each time or claw through whatever was on there, and closing the door wasn’t an option apparently. Three weeks later, my grandmother fell because the cat tripped her and she decided that the cat had to go. So, I caught her (the cat, not my grandmother), put her in an opaque bag, and dropped her off a few blocks away, feeling really terrible about it all. The experience scared her enough, that she didn’t come back looking for milk or pets.
But, a month later, I was walking home from school one evening and I saw an orange and white cat sitting on a wall opposite the building for barely a second before it saw me and ran away. That night, my grandfather passed away. Now, I have heard that cats can sense when a person might die, but surely it can’t be the same cat right? There must be hundreds of orange and white stray cats in the city! I didn’t see any cat, orange or otherwise, for days afterward. But about four weeks later, I was walking to school in the morning, and I saw an orange cat again. That evening my pet dog died.
So here are my questions:
1.Was it a coincidence? Was I seeing a different cat each time?
2.Did she, in fact, sense that something was up and came to say goodbye to my grandfather?
3.Did the cat get revenge for the trauma I inflicted on her?
Anyway, I absolutely love your show, and I really hope you go on a world tour some day because I would love to watch you live.
Mathangi (pronounced Mah-thung-ee)”
Mattie_1 via Apple Podcasts ·
United States of America ·
04/08/23