As far as I know, cats always live in someone’s familiar home. So naturally, there is one in my house too.
A head I want to hold, a back I want to pet, a bottom I want to scratch. I think I’m simply looking at her, but in truth, I am captivated.
Almost impulsively, I reach out my hand. I adore her within the bounds of not harming her soul.
One day, she will sleep. She spends most of what could be called her waking hours in slumber. So naturally, she dreams.
What kind of dreams does she have? Let me try to see the dreams that captivate her.