Motherhood
When she kept you, she was worried you might not survive. You were small, small enough to fit in one hand. You hardly moved, hardly cried out. She sat you on her lap as she drove furiously to the vet, nudging you occasionally with tears in her eyes, hoping you…
Motherhood and Cats
A rather rough little piece about something that’s been bothering me. Motherhood and Cats. It was late afternoon when I heard the cries of kittens from their home beneath the overhang. I was draped with exhaustion from my day at work, but still, I turned my steps their…