Thursday, April 6, 2017

dream: my flying cat

Zen (who is no longer) was readying himself to leap for a bird. He looked too far away from the object of his acute attention and I thought to myself, No, you won't make it.

But he did, 'cause he could fly, even hovering mid-air for a moment to nab his prey.

I grabbed him, squished him up (an affectionate thing) and asked the group of people behind me if they'd seen it.

Not really sure what it's about but it can't be bad.

There WAS that time he performed a couple incredible balancing acts on the rail of my fifth floor balcony to nab birds (which soon thereafter ceased their visits).

I miss my catkid everyday I get home, still.

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