|Old memories of mom|
The midday sun was high and the air was balmy in the little shelter they called home. He was pretending to stalk along the bulwarks, playing. Abruptly his attention was violently snatched and driven toward the sound of soft yowlings of kittens; Sailor's eye grew extremely wide and he froze in midstep as his mother crossed the dilapidated cloister and tenderly cuddled her offspring. Sailor was riveted to the spot, scarcely able to draw breath as he watched himself nuzzling his only parent's soft, warm belly for food.