Dear Mommy By Cynthia B. Ainsworthe


This very short story is a tribute to my furry grandson and my lovely daughter, Cindy. Fur animals and feathered friends have always been part of my daughter’s upbringing. She has a natural love for animals which illustrates her gentle and loving nature. I like to think I had something to do with that influence, but realize her true and giving heart guides her positive outlook and kind deeds.

Cynthia - kitten

Dear Mommy,

One night in September, at four weeks old, I found myself tossed out like a forgotten food wrapper. My left eye hurt from an injury. I don’t remember how I was hurt. I remember feeling cold, hungry, frightened, and wet. The rain poured down, drenching my fur and causing it to stick to my skin in wet mats. I couldn’t stop shaking. I felt weak, and only wanted to be safe and loved.

I traveled from bush to bush. Every noise caused me to jump. Where was my birth mother and my siblings? I missed them and didn’t know how to return to my home. I didn’t recognize a sound or smell. I knew I had to be strong or a mean person, cat, or dog would hurt me. Though I was young, I’ll never forget those feelings of being rejected. I was on my own and only want to survive the night.

I crept close to houses. I cried as loud as I could. I was desperate to be rescued, but no one turned on a light or peeked through a window.

I’m strong. I won’t give up.

Another home is ahead. Again I cry loudly and mournfully. What is that? A door is opening from that house. Someone is coming near. I sense kindness. Your warm hands pick me up and embrace my heart. I’m too weak and young to know how to purr. But I can kiss. Even though my throat is dry from incredible thirst, I manage to kiss your finger to express my thanks.

You bring me in from the cold, dry my fur, and give me food. You say my eyes are a vivid blue, though I don’t understand that. From the first, your voice makes me joyful and feel secure. I curl up in your lap and snuggle close to you in that warm towel. The sound of your heartbeat comforts me and allows me to release my fear. My only thought is, I have a mommy and she loves me. Peaceful dreams come to me that night. It’s been so very long since I dared to sleep more than a few minutes at a time.

You take me to the doctor for a checkup and to have my eye fixed. I’m scared, but won’t let that kind man know it. He seems nice and is gentle. I’m glad to have my eye feel better. I had almost gotten used to the pain.

You take such good care of me and pet me so gently that I forget my fearful beginnings. Every now and then all those fears and bad images flash in front of my eyes, and I lash out—not to be mean, but because of the trauma of being rejected so cruelly and I’m again scared.

I love your kisses and cuddles. You give me treats, toys, and gentle words. I couldn’t want for a better home or for a nicer mom. Be patient with me. I’m still learning how to belong to you and the rules that I must now live by. Every day, I’m doing my best.

I will always love you,

Draper xxoo, meow with purrs and kisses

© 2016 Cynthia B. Ainsworthe


Cynthia B. Ainsworthe writes suspenseful romance. She has won multiple writing awards. Though she writes mostly romance, her short stories cross many genres. She loves animals and is a parent of five poodle children. Ms. Ainsworthe is currently finalizing Forbidden Footsteps book 3, and writing Dangerous Reach book 4 in her Forbidden Series. A lover of culinary arts, Passion in the Kitchen, is a whimsical approach to French cuisine with delicious recipes, a romantic story thread, and luscious photos of shirtless men.



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16 thoughts on “Dear Mommy By Cynthia B. Ainsworthe

  1. Kenneth Weene

    Personally, I’m a dog person. Cats always get the better of me. They climb onto my lap and get me stroking them, and they’re purring gently with that healing sound that makes you know that everything is just—well—purrrrfect. Then suddenly, a quick nip as if to say, “Ha, got you dumby” and off they jump. Next thing I know they’re hanging my the fridge waiting for me to use my opposable thumb and that injured finger to get them another treat.

  2. Monica Brinkman

    Wow. You know I adore this one as I wrote a tale much like it for my experience with our Punky, Radio Cat. Loved your story and hope you wrote more such as this. By the way, Punky will be sharing it also.

    1. Cynthia B Ainsworthe

      Thanks, Monica. I’m glad you and Punky enjoyed my piece. Draper was such an inspiration for me to tell his story, I couldn’t resist the urge to tell his story. I appreciate you sharing Draper’s story.

  3. Trish Jackson

    I love the way you’ve documented Draper’s early days. It’ll be something you can look back on one day and read and remember. He looks like such a cutie — and a lucky one at that!

    1. Cynthia B Ainsworthe

      Thank you so much, Trish. He’s so cute. Cindy told me that Draper is fascinated with a moving cursor on the computer screen. He keeps his claws concealed when pawing at the screen. Every day there is some new trick he has learned or a new game he has devised. Draper is lover and entertainment in one furry ball.

  4. James L. Secor

    Yes! Up with cats! Where’s my new foundling? I just moved. Kirby had never been outside. I put him in the truck and before I could climb in he was off, freaked out and scared and. . .where-the-hell. Now, I’m bereft.
    In China, some of my students found a kitten and took it into the dorm. The dorm mother found out and I got the cat. Used to come to bed with me and suckle. I’ll swear my little breasts changed shape! And we were inseparable. . .as in always under foot, even with company.

  5. Micki Peluso

    I’ve had cats since I was married. Then, cats were allowed to be cats and come and go as they pleased. I never had a litter box in my house or needed one. Now I have Toby, the 21 yr old cat determined to outlive me. This cat is beautiful, but a nightmare who rules my life. I raise cats like dogs since it is my house, not theirs. His only good quality is that he thinks he’s a doctor and his purring according to research reaches healing vibrations. And he makes house calls. My book about him for kids is about to be published. Other than that he has no good qualities.

    1. Cynthia B Ainsworthe

      Micki, I’m pleased you enjoyed my piece. Yes, cats do have positive influence on our health. The purring and “kneading of bread’ motion on a person is comforting. Felines have been in my life since childhood. I enjoy the different personalities I see in them. Maine Coon cats are very much like dogs in that they seek out human companionship. Our Nigel, no passed, would come when called, sit up and beg for popcorn, beg for potato chips (only if the chip had some dip on it). He was a cutie.

  6. Cindy

    Mom has a way of touching my heart with her words, and this writing is no different. Though I’m a dog person, this little guy has brought a lot of laughter to my life with his crazy antics. Thank you, Mom, for capturing this on paper, and Draped thanks you for all the love and toys and food and treats! We both love you!

    1. Cynthia B Ainsworthe

      Thank you, Cindy, for being a wonderful daughter and giving Draper a home. He couldn’t want for a more loving “mom”. I’m so proud of your kind and giving nature. You see the best in everyone.

  7. Monica Brinkman

    Hey, let’s do a ‘Tribute to our Furry Feline Friends’. I bet so many have great stories to share. Personally, I would love to read them. We, Crazy Cat People are growing in numbers. ha ha. And Cynthia brought joy to so many with her tale.

    1. Cynthia B Ainsworthe

      Monica, That sounds like a good idea—doing a piece about felines. I tend to write short pieces for a blog, but go to the opposite in novels. Are you thinking of a group effort on the cat theme? We hand a Himalayan who liked to eat off from bone china during Sunday dinner, and at the table at that. We had a high-chair for her so her hair wouldn’t be an issue. She would stay put, as a small child watching the adults eat.

  8. James L. Secor

    Two cats ago, I had a small monster of 17 lbs who began by drinking White Russians. Then she moved to beer. She grew tired of a saucer and began dipping into my beer as I wrote. She’d drink enough and jump down to lie in the very middle of the room like the Queen of Sheba and THIS was HER place. When I went to bed, she’d jump up on my chest and settle down to sucking my left ear lobe, diminishing the suck like a baby getting its fill. I don’t know where she went to sleep. But it was easier for me to breathe.

    1. Cynthia B Ainsworthe

      Jim, That must have been a real laugh to watch! Seventeen pounds? Such a big girl she must have been. Sounds like she could go with the best—drink for drink.

      Cats, like dogs or any other pet, have a way of worming their way into our hearts.


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