I sometimes dream about random cats, both housecats and wildcats, and a couple times have dreamed about a little feral who I trapped but gave to the no-kill shelter, since I can't take care of more than one. But just a couple nights ago, I finally dreamed about my own cat, Smudge!

Smudge is kind of "home" to me, and home is an important concept in my heart. Almost every time I remember my dreams, I dream about having been displaced to a new place, crowded and chaotic, without any of my stuff or even a job yet or much of an idea of where I am. But just after this last election, I had a dream where I was only a couple blocks away from my apartment, AND only for the weekend, AND the only other human there was helpful and nice - AND Smudge was there with me, and taking it all very well! He was purring and begging for attention, from both me and Robert (the other person in the apartment, whom I'd describe as a stereotypical laid-back Indian computer guy. I could tell he was nice because he offered to buy me a jug of laundry detergent. )

For my own little Smudge to turn up in one of my dreams was just wonderful! And happy and healthy and his usual friendly self - I really feel like my outlook is improving! I don't feel so much like a "woman without a country" any more.

Love, Columbine