Being a mother from the cat’s point of view. |
It began as a minor pang to my lower belly region, then swelling over time, a growth to wit, at last, birthing kittens; I spend a great amount of time on my side as newborns suckle, that is all right, it really is as I apparently have milk more-so than I had ever dreamed. I notice that the newborn’s eyes are not open, a trait I guess of coming into this wide world of light and cold, not like inside when feline womb was all they knew, and they were weight inside of me. I know I am a mother now as I know I remain a cat; The life in struggle at my side as kittens shoulder up to dine; instinctive as they know to do like it is for me to provide. There seems to be one at the end; concerns me that it is shoved out because he is a smaller one, in my cat mind I think of runt yet I would not expect it known. Strange how this has reversed my bent of prowling through the darkest night, in alleys or an open field wherein the roam of wild lives. I am responsible for these who suckle needy at my breast, who surge in mass yet are unique, who add dimension to my life as I enable life itself. If I were somehow able to I’d set aside a day for this, yet I am merely Mother Cat, so many newborns massed about with milk and wet fur at their lips. 40 Lines Writer’s Cramp Winner 5-10-20 |