The other night I dreamed of a cat I've never seen before. There was a little toddler girl with a picture book, and a large white short-haired cat with a gray or black spot on top of her head by her left ear sitting on a beanbag chair. "LIKE Mika!" said the little girl, and wobbled over to sit next to Mika on the beanbag chair and read her a story. Mika was nearly as big as she was.

Love, Columbine (wondering if Mika is one of those cats who got her name when a human asked her "who are you?")