A Graceful Mother

When I was living in a hostel, the Cat that was living in the Hostel gave birth to a three kittens.

She was a perfect mother. When someone she is familiar to her plays with the kitten she is relaxed, but still aware. But when someone who is not familar to her plays with the kitten. She stands on guard. Noting our every move. A ball of paper from an unidentifed person warrants a verfication of the plaything. She was a cute pet but a wonderful mother, always on red alert, teaching the kitten, the dangers of trusting humans too much.

It has been five years since I last saw her. But her graceful but swift moves when coming to the aid of her daughters is truly unforgettable.

Which makes me wonder. Why is motherhood always connected to humans and cows? And when motherhood and any other species is mentioned, it is all about how they die to save their offspring, a zebra fighting a lioness or a gazelle fighting a leopard. Of course those acts of bravery from coy mothers is awesome. But daily life speaks more to us than we listen.

What are the instances in which a mothers love and care for her children shown in the movies I have watched? I want to write a story on the simple love not the great sacrifices.