Wild dreams last night, part of which seemed to take place in cat heaven. I was in the house where I grew up and we were looking frantically for my daughter’s cat, Clarkus Maximus.
(April 2025)
We found him, safe inside in the house, but then I went out through the side door and was amazed. Where the house next door and the backyard should have been was a great, sunny plain like the African savanna, speckled with all sorts of cats, including some I used to know like Fritz the Cat Leiber Pfundstein Enge. It was especially great to see him again.
(some time in the early 2000s)
Presiding over it all was a giant, peaceful lion. I could tell by the expression on his face that he didn’t like me being there, and my dreams turned to a different and darker theme.
