I'm going to tell you a story, and although, like all good stories, there are some sad parts, it is a happy story. You have to trust me.
There was a cat. She was desperate and doomed, as were her children. One day she was kidnapped and her children taken away. The catmother never got over this, but she lived warm and clean and well fed and was no longer desperate nor doomed, though she was always a bit sad and a bit afraid. One day she died, but her children, far from desperate, far from doomed lived wonderful, beautiful lives because she had found for them everything a catmother could ever hope to give her children, and much more.