i was in goa last week for my friends' wedding. as usual, i tagged along with a goan friend (this time, with his mom and 4-year-old daughter too), and stayed wherever they were staying. one of the places being, his aunt's home. his aunt has some 8 dogs and as many cats.
k: so you like this cat?
e: yeah, but i don't want to play with him.
e: he is hagru.
k: hagru? is that his name?
e: no, he doesn't have a name. he is hagru.
k: but his name is not hagru?
e: no, he doesn't have a name! he is hagru.
k: so if i call him hagru, will he play with me?
e: don't play with him, he is hagru!
anyway, i finally found the same cat sleeping in my bed a couple of hours later.
turned on the light in the room, and it jumped out and ran for the door.
i found it had pooped in my bed.
apparently "hagru" is what they call cats with bowel problems :S
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