My mother adores porcelain figurines, while I have always found them depressingly mannered.
Once, as a child, I had a black cat I adored,
he had a kind of spontaneous disliking for my mother’s porcelain figurines
and I think that during his career of lively and jumping cat
he had managed to smash down at least a couple of them.
Times change. My mother has not had any cat at home since I left to live on my own,
so her figurines could multiply safely...