Clearing Mother’s flat a few weeks ago, I found this multi-coloured piece of string. Not Cat enjoyed playing with it, and beyond wondering momentarily where it had come from, I didn’t think much about it.
I picked it up one day and noticed that it had two little bits of black cotton attached to one end. Suddenly I knew its provenance.
Cat used to have a small mouse wrapped in rainbow string. I haven’t seen it for a while. It must have been left at Mother’s flat. Her dementia causes her to fiddle with and often destroy everyday objects.
I imagine in this case she began with the tail and the mouse became history.