Animals We Kept in the '90s

Well, I have no particular cat that I can remember, perhaps because they all appeared the same to me. But I do vividly recall that some of our cats were a nuisance. They would defecate in our living room, causing a repulsing smell.
Apparently fed up with one of the noisome cats, some of my family members bundled it up in a sack and instructed my brother Bob Njinju to go throw it in a stream that was about two kilometres from our home. Bob carried out the task but the damn cat found its way back home. What a mystery!
One night, an uncle of mine, who must have been disgusted by the sight of cat feces, closed the door of our living room, cornered the misbehaving cat and attempted to kill it. I can't recall if he accomplished his mission. All I know is that the cat never injured him while acting in self-defence.
The dogs we kept in the '90s were more memorable than cats. Since my parents had only boys (and you probably know how boys love dogs), we always had a dog in our homestead.
One dog we called Toss had a habit of feasting on human feces. When it died, my brothers buried it in a shallow grave that someone put a cross on. I think I am the one who added the cross to the grave. Not that I missed Toss!
We had another dog we named Poppy. I think it was a German shepherd given how it looked and how brave it was, the bravest dog we have ever had in our home.
Poppy once bit an elderly woman who visited our home. Though I never got to know if she was seriously hurt, I am thankful she never sued my family.
And then we had another dog we called Scubby Doo. Other than that name which sounded nice to my ears, I can't remember much about the dog. I still like that name, "Scubby Doo".
As for the cows we kept in the '90s, I particularly remember two: Judy and Mukuyu. Judy was docile and didn't produce much milk.
Mukuyu, on the other hand, was the opposite of Judy. It produced plenty of milk and was protective of its calves. Whenever it gave birth, it would charge at anyone who dared to go near its calf.
I think it's Mukuyu that bore a mad bull we owned in the '90s. The bull, which was red in color, could only be handled by men like Uncle Ndonga who stayed with us. Even though it never caused damage, I am sure my family was glad when they sold it - if not for safety then for the money.
Back in the '90s, I was sometimes tasked with looking after our cows in the grazing field. While driving the cows back home, I would fix my gaze on the calves and adore them. They appeared so cute and so innocent.
It's probably due to the cats, dogs and cows we kept in the '90s that I came to love animals. If I ever get lucky to own a home, I will have to keep a dog and several cows. So help me God.
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