One day a mother cat named Bastet was hunting when a group of humans came into the area to gather wood worms to bring back to the tribe.
The humans kept picking the worms and putting them into their big baskets. A little child named Muramba was picking worms, but then was distracted by a pretty butterfly, and went to chase it, a big squirrel grabbed Muramba’s basket full of worms with its little squirrel teeth and began to haul it away back to its nest, Bastet seeing the squirrel distracted with its large wormload jumped out and killed the squirrel relishing in the meal she would bring home to her little kittens!
Muramba looked back to see his basket tipped over worms all escaping panicked and scared away Bastet who in her haste for safety left her prize behind. Muramba was frantically putting his worms back in the basket. Muramba then grabbed the dead squirrel spiteful towards Bastet. Muramba was relieved to still have the basket and worms, for it was known that Muramba would be scolded for having lost the beautiful basket full of worms. So Muramba then told Grala the story, and Grala spoke “That cat saved your worms from the squirrel what a good thing!” Hearing this melted Murambas heart. Resentment for cat melting into sadness of judgement realized false.
Muramba later around the fire looked forlornly at the dead squirrel in her hands. Grala said, Muramba do you want to cook the squirrel in your hands?” To which Muramba then replied “Yea I guess so.” Muramba cooked the squirrel slowly on the fire, never had there been such a perfectly roasted squirrel. When it was finished cooking Muramba took the squirrel and went towards the bed.
Bastet was so furious that the little human had stolen her prize away from her and her kittens. So furious was she that she vowed that night to break into the sleeping quarters of the little human and scratch their eyes right out of their head! Slowly she approached her victim’s quarters, and just as she was about to enter she smelt the delicious smell of cooked meat there on the doorstep, and beside it a little stone carving of a cat.
Bastet’s heart melted knowing Muramba had left this beautiful gift for her! She took it back to her kittens who had never tasted anything so good! The next day Muramba was back out at the same spot picking wood maggots as before and thinking of Bastet, the cat who had saved the child from a scolding. And wishing that they had had a better parting, when from there in the bush one of Bastet’s kittens hopped out into the clearing of the humans, Bastet’s heart went up to her throat with fear for her little kitten remembering her tense parting the other day!
Muramba instead of being angry gave some worms to the little kitten, which the kitten gobbled up merrily and then jumped up in Muramba’s arms. Bastet seeing this and her heart melting came out with her other kittensd and both humans and Cats rejoiced in their new found love!!
So if your cat brings back a little treat from the forest, continue the tradition if you can, and cook up the little prize really well for you kitty to enjoy, and for the bond that brought us together to be honored!
The Space Monk-€-Nigmatron