Navratri with the Furry Gods: The Tale of Bunty, Babli, Mini & Prince Goldie
Every home has its own Navratri traditions — the glow of diyas, garba nights under fairy lights, and nine days of devotion.
But in our home, there’s a divine twist. The real gods and goddesses aren’t on the altar — they’re sprawled across the sofa, purring with celestial authority.
Meet the four divine rulers of our household: Bunty, Babli, Mini, and Prince Goldie — the feline deities who transform every festival into their personal celebration.
Day 1: The Aarti Inspectors
As soon as the first diya was lit, Bunty and Babli arrived, dressed (metaphorically, of course) like temple priests on duty.
Every wick, every incense stick — sniffed, pawed, and approved.
Mini, ever the dignified one, claimed the prayer mat for herself, sitting squarely in the center as if to say, this shall now be mine.
Prince Goldie, with his regal composure, sat by the bell — staring at it intensely, convinced that he alone was summoning the divine. And honestly, who could argue with him?
Day 2: Garba — Cat Style!
While humans twirled in colourful circles, the cats hosted their own garba — a grand zoomie session across the living room.
Bunty and Babli spun in perfect synchrony, tails high like dandiya sticks. Mini, naturally, sat poised in the center, the feline Goddess presiding over her worshippers.
And Prince Goldie? He strutted around them, supervising the performance with the flair of a choreographer who clearly believed this was his show.
Day 3: The Feline Fasting Loophole
While the humans fasted, our furry devotees had other interpretations.
Prince Goldie loudly declared that his bowl must remain full at all times. Bunty took it upon herself to “sample” the prasad ladoos. Babli sulked dramatically until she was bribed with treats, and Mini, the queen she was, only approved her meal once her milk was served in a silver bowl.
Divine beings do, after all, have divine standards.
Day 4: Dandiya Drama at Midnight
Forget the sticks — our cats found their own props. Pens, spoons, even the TV remote turned into dandiya sticks.
At exactly 3 AM, Operation Midnight Dandiya commenced. Loud music blared from the television, paws thumped across the floor, and chaos reigned supreme.
If the humans woke up, they clapped along in sleepy surrender. If not — well, they eventually did.
Day 5: Saree & Sherwani Inspectors
What’s Navratri without beautiful outfits?
As soon as the freshly ironed sarees were laid out, Bunty, Babli, and Mini dived straight in — rolling and pawing through every pleat.
Prince Goldie, draped in his glorious golden fur, walked through the mess as though already dressed for the red carpet — his invisible sherwani gleaming in pride.
Day 6: The Nine Thrones of Navratri
Every night, a new throne was claimed — a sofa cushion, a bed, or even the puja mat itself.
Whoever sat first reigned supreme until sunrise.
The humans? They were expected to sit humbly on the floor — in reverence, of course.
Day 7: Drum Beat Patrol
When the dhol beats began echoing through the neighbourhood, chaos followed.
Babli hid behind the curtains. Bunty meowed along in confusion. Mini pretended not to care (though her tail flicks said otherwise). And Prince Goldie? He strutted through the living room like a victorious general returning from war.
Day 8: The Kitty Puja Hijack
As the humans prepared sweets for the big puja, the feline royals decided that they were the honoured guests.
Plates of halwa and puri became paw-printed artworks, and Prince Goldie insisted on being wrapped in a shiny dupatta — declaring himself the “divine guest of honour.”
The humans surrendered.
Day 9: The Vijayadashami Victory
By the ninth night, the house was in total surrender. Diyas glowed softly, kibble bowls lined the corners, and cats lounged across every surface.
Navratri didn’t end with fireworks in our home — it ended with contented purrs, stretched paws, and one unspoken truth:
The cats always win.
Epilogue: The Reign Continues
Long live Bunty, Babli, Mini, and Prince Goldie — the deities of devotion, drama, and delightful disobedience.
For in our home, Navratri isn’t just a festival.
It’s a royal celebration of nine lives, countless meows, and infinite mischief. 🪔🐾
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