I was in
that magical place in the depths of slumberland yesterday when you, Bleached,
most beloved of all my cats and whom I would gladly have died for,
appeared out of nowhere with a kitten in tow, a kitten whose markings were just
like yours, and I wondered if it was in response to having heard my voice
perhaps that you appeared.
I stroked
you, picked your baby up to hold it in my arms, stroked you again and called
your name, Bleached, most beloved of all
my cats and whom I would gladly have died for.
Alas, it
was only for a few moments that we were reunited once more after all these
years, in that magical place in the depths of slumberland, when I began losing
sight of you.
However
hard or desperately I tried, I failed to find you again thenceforth.
I slept
the whole day yesterday, from morning until evening, and finally dragged myself
out of bed only after accepting the fact that it was futile trying to find you
again in that magical place in the depths of slumberland, where the laws of
gravity, or even those governing death for that matter, do not apply, when you
close your eyes and fall into a deep sleep and wake up in that magical place in
the depths of slumberland where it's just like yesterday and everyone you once
loved but died was still alive, just like
it was yesterday, when life was good and the fates were kind, as it was with
you yesterday, Bleached, most beloved of
all my cats and whom I would gladly have died for.
