Mother’s Day

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Mockingbird Mother’s Day
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A Mother’s Day Reminder from Adorapurr

Mockingbird Mother’s Day

 My fenced yard has been chosen by a new mother mockingbird to teach her babies how to survive. That she has chosen a yard where many cats live astounds me.

The other day the baby sat on the fence waiting for direction from his mom. It was near twilight. Clearly the baby bird knew it was supposed to do something but mom wasn’t nearby. The reason: Peaches was perched at the far end of the same fence and had noticed him.

We watched with astonishment as Peaches slowly walked the top of the fence toward the baby. He didn’t fly off to safety, rather sat obediently where his mom had left him. The closer Peaches got the more we feared for the baby mockingbird.

When it became apparent the baby was going to become a trophy kill, Peaches was plucked off the fence and hustled indoors. That’s when the mother mockingbird returned.

This morning the young mother has two babies learning to survive in our yard. They hop along the fence. They fly to the neighbors roof then back to land on a fragile bush not designed to hold the weight of a bird. When the bush limb bounces, the fledgling flaps it’s wings to keep from falling. Nearby, Mom watches with patience. She has a big job ahead of her.

Her Mother’s Day won’t be rewarded with flowers or candy or jewelry or a nice card. No. Her reward will be in the survival of her babies. Their rapid maturity to understand survival.

Her reward will be raising her babies to survive so that they too will live to raise their own babies.

Happy Mother’s Day!

A Mother’s Day Reminder from Adorapurr

Hi everyone! It’s me, Dori. *wavy paws* I’m here to remind yoo that Sunday, May 14th is a special day. It’s Mother’s Day!

I’m a lucky girl to remember my birth mother. Her name was Annie, and she was black and beautiful! This is her:

This is me when I was a baby. Awww!

It happened one cold December night when Mom found me a Forever Home. She had scouted out the place first, checking out the lady who fed stray cats. That lady turned out to become my human mom. When she decided this would be the purrfect place to… um… dump her kids (cuz she was a hippie-type cat and wanted to be free!) she brought me and my fursibs Patsy, Kepurr and Kopea, along with my daddy, Nikolas, to what’s now my house.

My soon to be human mom took us in, and got most of us homes. She loved me the mostest, so I was plucked from the group (as my fursibs were kinda sorta FERAL) and along with my daddy, we got to stay. My mom and daddy were released into our yard, but while daddy loved having food and shelter, my fur mom Annie wanted to run away to a kitty commune where they sat around a campfire singing Kum By Yah and smoking kitty hooch.

I recall the last time I saw Mom. We had a meal in the upstairs cat room along with daddy Nikolas and my twin Patsy.

Like I said, after she was released, Mom left. Patsy also left. She got adopted by a neighbor. But I was lucky to stay, and lucky to still see my daddy who started a Garage Band with Peaches’ son, Jesse. At night I sometimes hear them playing mewsic. Not wussy indoor cat mewsic, but real mewsic like by Journey, Creedence and ZZ Top.

We didn’t have much time together. Maybe 100 days. And honestly I don’t recall her purr or rough tongue. But she gave birth to me, and that makes her very special. I know we aren’t all lucky to remember our fur moms. Most of us don’t even remember the day we found our Forever Homes. But that shouldn’t mean we don’t take a moment every May and say a paw prayer that we were blessed to be adopted.

So for those of you who don’t know who your real mother’s are, or what happened to them, make sure you honor them by giving your human mom extra purrs of thanks.

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