Echoes of Ambrose

Wild dreams last night, part of which seemed to take place in cat heaven. I was in the house where I grew up and we were looking frantically for my daughter’s cat, Clarkus Maximus.

We found him, safe inside in the house, but then I went out through the side door and was amazed. Where the house next door and the backyard should have been was a great, sunny plain like the African savanna, speckled with all sorts of cats, including some I used to know like Fritz the Cat Leiber Pfundstein Enge. It was especially great to see him again.

Presiding over it all was a giant, peaceful lion. I could tell by the expression on his face that he didn’t like me being there, and my dreams turned to a different and darker theme.

Mirrored from Ambrose & Elsewhere.