The Ceramic Cat.

Two years ago I received this fucking monstrosity as a present from my mother. She is 82 and not the person she used to be.
The cat was as brutal an offering as it was absurd.
It has been deep in a cupboard for the entire two years.
At the weekend my mother was due to see our new home.
The cat was therefore brought out as an emergency. It's dead eyes turning the air to dust.
On arrival, my mother glanced at it but registered nothing.
When you see this cat next week in the charity shop, buy it and think of my mother, won't you...and remember her as she was in her first 70 years. Perhaps the most unselfishly caring person I have ever had the privilege to know.