Instinct of a mother

She froze at she saw the giant figure approached, praying that he will stop there. In seconds, she knew her prayers were not at all answered. Anxiety and nervousness inundated her. She knows she must save her son, not to mention herself. Time seems to pass so quickly, and the towering man soon loomed over her. Desperately, she tried to grab hold of her child and rushed for safety, yet he was too heavy. The attempt was simply futile. At the split second, she made a choice no mothers would want to make – the abandoning of the child. She knows battle with giant is a foolish act, but perhaps she calculated that she would stand a better chance of getting her baby back by saving her own neck first. With one great leap, filled with worries and unwillingness, she left her precious son in the path of the ogre.

She trembled as he stomped slowly and steadily to her child, in complete fear and anguish She wondered if she can save it at that moment, but she knew that calmness was more important. She might not get a second chance. Her child, instead of being fearful, boldly walked towards the huge feet instead. What foolishness! What stupidity! She blamed herself for the failure of imparting survival skills to her child. But it seems to late now. She positioned herself, ready to make an attempt to make the rescue, no matter how low the chances, no matter how futile it may be. She knew very well that her child would not survive if she died as well. The young male, in all his curiosity, pushed forward, edging nearer and nearer to the giant. Everything in this world seems so new, so strange, so interesting, and he bears no thought about the pair of anxious eyes staring at him. Curiosity kills the cat, she might have thought bitterly. How true the idiom it seems now!

She panicked as the giant pursued the young boy. She badly wants to jump forward, but held her ground instead. She saw the hand of the giant flying down, and she found herself totally confused and tormented. It was the same hand that brings food, and it is the same hand that is so capable of inflicting so much pain and physical damage. The arm did not land destructively, as she thought it would have. Instead, it scoop up her son and brought him nearer to her. Still, she shivered, frightened that the man might change his mind, as he often does.

Much to her relief, he was brought near the hideout. With thankfulness and relief in her eyes, she crept nervously to her son and embraced him, calling gently to him. Not wanting to take a risk, she nudged her son towards the hideout, defiant though he was. But he followed anyway, unwillingly though. There’s still plenty to see and hear, plenty to taste and feel. With one final look at the surroundings, the kitten obeyed the mother and pranced towards the drain, wondering when he will ever see dawn again.

I have missed my bus, and yet the maternal instinct of the cat touches me. I knew it was worth it. I made my way to the seat, reaching out for the newspapers with my gigantic arms, wondering if I’ll ever see the kitten again.