Date: April 15th
Today wasn’t just the last day at the NGO — it was also the final parent-teacher meeting before the summer holidays.
It marked the end of a chapter — a final memory tied to work, to children, to parents, and to the gentle bridge we had tried to build between them.
It was a hot and sunny afternoon. By 3 PM sharp, the hall was buzzing — full of excited young kittens, each accompanied by their mothers. A nearby table displayed neatly organised folders with students’ assignments, class-wise, in case any of the mothers wanted to browse through them. But this wasn’t just any parent-teacher meeting.
This was a feline finale — where the four cat teachers, Bunty, Babli, Mini, and Prince Goldie, gathered as proud mentors to a new generation of curious, mischievous, and undeniably adorable 32 kittens.
The schoolroom pulsed with energy — not just from the students but from the parents too, who came with equal parts pride and apprehension to hear about their little ones.
Each teacher had eight kittens in their care:
Bunty’s Batch (Energetic and Bold):
- Zoomie – Class sprinter, always darting across the hall.
- Whiskerloo – Budding inventor, known for turning papers into aeroplanes.
- Rocket – The class whiner.
- Simba Jr. – The drama king who roars during roll call.
- Ginger Pop – Snack thief, always caught mid-bite.
- Chotu Meow – The tiniest but loudest in class.
- Blaze – Mischief-maker extraordinaire.
- Dash – Fastest paw in the west.
Bunty’s kittens were adventurers — every inch of the classroom became their playground. As their eight mothers sat calmly, their expressions ranged from proud to mildly horrified.
Babli’s Batch (Quiet and Dreamy):
- Luna Bean – The daydreamer.
- Misty – Poet and lover of all things rainy.
- Saffron – Organised notes with colour codes.
- Mochi – Colour-coded pens to match!
- Velvet – Always caught napping.
- Cloudtail – Often lost in thought.
- Pudding – Always first in line.
- Whisper – The silent star.
Babli’s kittens were gentle observers. Every report card was a quiet masterpiece — neat handwriting, yet filled with mysterious little doodles. Babli, ever the curious cat, sniffed each card before giving a solemn nod of approval to the mothers.
Mini’s Batch (Disciplined Achievers):
- Ivy – The class monitor with a stare that meant business.
- Oreo – Spelling Bee royalty.
- Niblet – Quiet but sharp.
- Cleo – Exceptionally polite.
- Marble – Chess champion of the year.
- Biscuit – One who brings delicious homemade treats.
- Soot – Always covered in ink or food.
- Coco Crumb – Frequent hiccupper, but still focused.
Mini’s batch was star-studded. Every kitten glowed under her gaze, and Mini accepted the praise they received like it was her divine right.
Prince Goldie’s Batch (Charming Troublemakers):
- Sir Pawl – Wears a bowtie daily. No one knew why.
- Goldilocks – Snack thief No. 2.
- Rascal – Most likely to talk back to a teacher.
- Tikka – Always incorrect with spellings, but tries anyway.
- Simba – Carries himself like royalty.
- Naila – The brainiest in class.
- Hercu – Dozes off mid-sentence.
- Pawprints – Laziness personified.
Prince Goldie’s class had flair — charming but cheeky. While he attended the meeting, he lounged coolly in the corner, one paw crossed over the other, making it quite clear he felt the whole affair was optional.
That afternoon, the kittens represented the entire spectrum of learning — from chaos to calm, brilliance to mischief. They meowed, purred, and play-wrestled with one another, quietly proving that no matter the batch, they had been companions — each showing up in ways only cats could: aloof, hilarious, and deeply comforting.
It was an emotional farewell. The teachers were thrilled to meet the mothers, and the kittens already had their eyes set on summer.
As the meeting drew to a close, all four teachers — Bunty, Babli, Mini, and Prince Goldie — stood proudly and sweetly meowed:
“Thank you for being part of our class. See you in mid-June!”
An hour later, one by one, the mothers gathered their kittens and exited the school hall — not just carrying report cards and folders, but walking tall, proud of their young ones and the feline mentors who had shaped them.
