Isobel (Belle, Bella), my cat, used to be a breeding queen. She was a very good mother. Patient, caring, protective. To this day if you play the sound of a crying kitten, she will try to find it. If you put her with a human child, she will tolerate being poked, prodded and annoyed. As I watched my nieces pick her up, manhandle her, poke her and prod her, it got me thinking about what a good mother she had always been. And one time she really proved to me how amazing mothers are. A woman brought her son to [...]