"You have a face only a mother could love" I jokingly tell Matchbox as I gently clean around her ruptured eye. And then I stopped, and thought about how her mother did love her, with all the fierceness of her feral heart. But a feral mother's love doesn't stop her baby from dying from flea anemia. It doesn't save her from an upper respiratory infection gone off the rails. It certainly can't kiss her eye better, and reverse its ruptured state. I don't doubt that her mother loved her. But this mother, the one with opposable thumbs, and nigh endless patience for sickly kittens is the one who loves her now. I don't love her forever; she's destined for another home than mine. But I will do everything in my power to make her life the absolute best I can. Because that's what mothers do.
The Captain of Browncoat Cat is a self proclaimed crazy cat lady. Of course, we're all mad here...