"That blanket's never going to give you milk," I tell the cat crossly, watching him try to nurse. I don't know why I'm angry with the cat except for the utter futility of trying to get what you need years too late from something that bears only the slightest resemblance to a real mother but you'd rather suck a blanket than know you'll never get the milk you need.
1 reply on “Milk”
Beautiful. Simple, telling, sad.