Remembrances of things past…

have been having a lot of dreams this fall that take me way back in time, involving people I haven't seen in decades. I was busy in a dream this morning, doing some heavy house-cleaning in preparation for a dinner party, when I was distracted by a cat's meow that was coming from outside of the house. I realized (in my dream) that I hadn't feed the "outside" cats the previous evening and that Johnny was complaining. I knew that he and the other cats would be alright because there was dry cat food out where they were, but I also knew that Johnny wanted to remind me to feed him.

I knew it was Johnny because I recognized his voice.

Only after I woke up did it occur to me that Johnny died two years ago today.

I sure loved that stripey boy.