Poor Master was really sick a few days ago; my maternal instinct kicked in and I was fawning over him constantly, making sure he got enough sleep and enough water and so on. He's much better now, fortunately. :)
I remember one time I told Master I felt that protecting someone else was a very feminine act. It makes me think of mother bears who will tear a person to shreds if they get too close to her cubs, or a wolf who will viciously protect her pups. There's so much talk about fathers "protecting the family," but more often than not the mother is the last line of defense against a threat. (Not to impugn the fathers of the world; being a dad is just as hard as being a mom, just in different ways.)
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