Dedication from a Mother to her Young
From a white sheet shielding myself from my own glistening insides; a 4lb thing was held aloft. Whisked away for rubbing, checking; so tiny he couldn't breathe unaided.
He mewed, quiet but strong, like a kitten. We named him Felix.
I am a mother tiger, or a cat
You might have met him.
He’s deep, hilarious, ridiculous.
We mostly get on fine.
Sometimes we know what the other is thinking
(him: making stuff, me: dinner)