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My Thai Cat
Transcript of My Thai Cat
Every day the villagers gathered in the village Buddhist temple praying for rain.
Then someone suggested that we perform the old Brahmo-Buddhist rain ceremony called the Nang Maaw, the queen of the cats. This ceremony has been performed by the peasants since time immemorial.
One day, an old lady and her friends came to my father and begged him to help my father approached me and my cat seriously.
During the drought in 1925, our Sii was a heroine, she had a great honor of being elected Rain Queen.
My Thai Cat
by Pratoomratha Zeng
“Oh no, father, I cannot let anyone kill my Sii Sward. Rain or no rain, I don't care.”
“Son, no one is going to kill Sii Sward. Instead of doing that, and because our cat is the most beautiful and cleanest of the cats in the village, she was elected by the people to be the Rain Queen of our district. This is a great honor to her and to our family.”
“We can take Sii Sward back home as soon as the ceremony is over.”
Next morning everyone in the village went to the temple ground. The women were dressed in their Pha Sin, and blouses, and the men in their white trousers and the Kui Heng shirts. Children of all ages put on their new clean clothes; they walked along with their parents.
In the mid-afternoon, the sun was so hot that the villagers took refuge under the shade of the big mango and Po trees on the temple ground. A group of people began to chant the Nang Maaw song, softly at first, then louder and louder until everyone seemed to shout. Long native drums, Taphone, began to beat in chorus. People started to dance while chanting the song
Seeing the whole condition going from bad to worse, I was almost crying asking father to rescue the poor cat. However, father said that everything would be all right. After a while, everyone seemed to be satisfied giving the Rain Queen perfumes; they stopped the noises completely as if to listen to the tormented noise of the Rain Queen. At that moment, Sii Sward stopped crying, too. She was soaking wet and trembling with fear.
People chanted softly as they led the procession back to the monastery, even the drummers and the two men who ten minutes ago were chanting frantically now calmed down. Sii Sward continued crying on the way back to the temples as if her heart would break. I was helpless but I followed the procession closely to the monastery.