Mother and daughter relationships – a popular trope in TV sitcoms/family sagas/romantic fiction/women in jeopardy/social and romantic comedies and many other stories.
And in the last few days my family have been immersed in a poignant drama in our home between a mother and a daughter.
A mother who was separated from her little girl three weeks ago, and is excited to be together with her, and who longs to come close and look after her again.
And a baby who was separated from her mother, but now they’re reunited, she’s suspicious and hostile.
She spits, hisses and growls at her mother. And the hurt mother, cross and rejected, growls back – through the glass door that separates them.
The name of the mother: Willow, age 18 months.
And the name of her little daughter: Molly, age 8 weeks.
Willow is a tortoiseshell/tabby cat and Molly a sparky little dark tortoiseshell.
Ever since Willow and Molly arrived in our home, side by side in their cat-carrier, courtesy of the Cats Protection League two days ago, I’ve watched this little family drama in the world of felines with a mixture of emotions.
And so has my own teenage daughter.
“It’s your mum! She just wants to be nice to you!”
No, she’s hiding in a hammock of her own creation at the back of the sofa; a hammock we’d never known was there.
Perhaps next week when I blog again, mother and daughter will be reconciled and happily curled up together again.