Cats are Cats...

So this is our cat, the unwanted one.  It was after Ramadan, she showed up at the door at the time of Maghrib (sunset).  We were breaking our fast as she meowed for food.  My daughter gave her a piece of chicken and that's it.  We thought that she's gonna come and go like other cats but no.  She forced us to accept her as our pet.  
Our neighbours, especially women, I don't know for what reason, are afraid of cats.  They had an objection.  Building kids used to kick her.  
But it's better now.  My cursing and yelling and shouting have made them tolerant towards this shoni-shani creature of God.  They have started giving her a little respect.  The neighbours living upstairs are better than others.  They now let her go inside their house and let her play with their three year old daughter. 
And from where I picked that word 'shoni-shani'.  Baba used this term for every infant, even for me.