27/05/2025
As I tend to and care for my 15-plus kittens and 5 mother cats at Castaway Cats Sanctuary DR, I can't help but wish we had found Mama before it was too late. Every kitten that survives is an homage to you, Mama. May your spirit always be with us! https://www.facebook.com/share/p/1Bohknd1kT/https://www.facebook.com/share/p/1Bohknd1kT/https://www.facebook.com/share/p/1Bohknd1kT/
She was just a stray—thin, with missing patches of fur and eyes that told stories of hardship. They called her “Mama,” not because she had a home, but because she always had kittens with her.
No one knew where she came from. One spring morning, she appeared in an alley behind a bakery, carrying a tiny kitten, then another, until there were four. She curled around them in a cardboard box, her body sheltering them from the cold.
Mama didn’t eat unless they ate first. She didn’t sleep unless they were warm. Her love was silent but constant, her body frail, but her babies were healthy.
One stormy evening, the alley flooded. A man passing by heard a weak cry. He found Mama, soaked and trembling, blocking the rain from her kittens. All four were dry.
The vet said she was too weak, malnourished, and anemic. She had given everything. She hung on for two more days, just enough to see her kittens safe and warm.
Then, with her head resting in the man’s arm, she quietly passed away.
He buried her under the lilac tree in his yard.
The kittens grew strong.
Years later, one of them, Bella, had her own litter. Every time she curled around them, humming the same soft chirps Mama once made, the man would whisper:
“She taught you well.”
Because mother love is not bound by time, shelter, or even life. It’s sacrifice. It’s instinct. It’s forever.