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I saw your face

It was a dream

It was real

I don’t know

I saw your face

You were here

I missed you

Until the next time

When we are both cats…


Art: Pierre-Auguste Renoir, Boy with a Cat






she walks alone

surrounded by many

who do not see her

and those who do

tied to leashes

locked in houses

alone among strangers

who look different

and act different

and who are painfully indifferent

to that profound aloneness

that cannot be expressed

like kindred souls

she shares touches

nose to nose

with the four-legged

tails and paws

whiskers and purrs

are her reward

she walks alone

in but not of this world



Photography: Wanda Wulz





Time spent in the company of cats is never wasted.

Sigmund Freud


Mr Nakata talks to cats. He has long conversations with them, although not all cats are easily understood; it seems Siamese are the most outspoken, with a large vocabulary, but that is because most are pampered and spend time in front of a TV, thus soaking in all sorts of information. I talk with cats too. It’s a two-way conversation, although there are times when my cat speaks to me without any invitation, she clearly has something to say. It is never without meaning, and I always listen. Mr Nakata had an accident as a child, which wiped out his memory but gave him the gift of understanding and talking to cats. Not a bad exchange. I did not have to go through one though, and have talked to cats since very early on…



The moonbeam was getting wider and wider and soon it became a sea of light and Dot was not sure if she should stop walking.

Shasha had jumped out of her arms and was slowly disappearing in the distance, leaving behind shiny gold paw-prints.

“Wait!” Dot shouted after her, but she was out of sight by then and Dot had no choice but to follow her trail.

As she skipped along, she forgot to look around her and was surprised to suddenly feel a tap on the shoulder.

At first she didn’t see anything, sensing only a gentle wave of air that seemed to embrace her.

The shimmering light was forming shapes in front of her, and slowly her eyes met other eyes and soon there were smiling faces too.

Children were stepping out of the light, one by one, and holding hands they formed a circle around Dot.

She giggled, spinning and clapping her hands.

The children were dressed in gold and they had transparent skin through which Dot could see clouds.

She looked at her own body and saw that she too was dressed in gold and appeared to be sitting on an invisible cloud.

For the first time, Dot wondered if she might be dreaming.

If I am dreaming, she thought to herself, then I can do anything I want, and just as she thought that, she became the cloud and drifted away.

She floated above the laughing children and the sea of light that was now turning into a real ocean.

“Shasha, where are you?” Dot didn’t want to fly alone anymore.

Soft purring told her everything was all right and Dot opened her eyes. The cat was curled next to her.

The moon was shining into the room, and on the carpet near the window she could see a tiny gold paw-print.

(to be continued)



More than anything else Dot wanted a brother.

“When will I have a brother?” she kept asking.

“I am working all day,” her mother would answer.

“Why can’t you have him on Sunday?” Dot’s logic was beyond dispute.

There was no answer to that question. Mother would dismiss it with a gentle shrug and Dot felt very much alone at that moment.

She was glad to have Shasha there.

That night she held her a little closer, feeling her heart beating against her chest. She pressed her face to the warm fur.

The night enveloped them both and Dot forgot about everything else.

When she opened her eyes, the moon was peering into the room and she felt as if she could touch it.

She picked Shasha up and got out of bed.

The moon spread a shimmering carpet in front of them and she stepped onto it with her little feet, Shasha’s heart beating against hers.

She felt very brave.

(to be continued)



The moon was very very big. It was also very very bright.

So bright it woke Dot up.

She sat in bed and rubbed her eyes.

A wide beam of moonlight was falling on the carpet.

Shasha was sitting in the middle of the room, bathed in the shimmering brightness.

Dot rubbed her eyes again, and when she opened them, the room was empty.

Maybe I am dreaming, Dot thought to herself.

She blinked.

Shasha was sitting in the middle of the room bathed in moonlight, and Dot sighed with relief.

“Where did you go, Shasha?”, she asked the cat.

Shasha turned her head slowly. Her emerald eyes were half-closed and Dot was sure she could hear her purr.

She lay back in bed and fell asleep.

The next morning she could not find Shasha anywhere.

She looked under the bed first.

Then in the closet.

Under the dining table.

In her parents’ bedroom.

The house was warm and the same.

But not the same.

“Shashi!”, she called out.

The wind outside rustled the leaves.

Dot strained to listen.

Soft fur against her skin told her Shasha was back.

She danced around Dot’s legs, asking to be caressed.

“I love you Shasha,” Dot said softly to the cat.

That night the moon was still very very big, and very very bright.

Dot took Shasha to bed with her, holding her tight but not too tight.

She woke up in the middle of the night, just like before.

Shasha was gone and the room was as bright as day.

This time Dot did not blink but opened her eyes even wider.

She managed not to blink for a long time, and when she finally did, something had changed.

The cat was sitting in the middle of the moonbeam, looking at her.

“Where have you been Shasha?, Dot asked quietly.

“Tell me.”

Shasha turned back to look at the moon and Dot followed her gaze.

Then she got out of bed and stepped into the light.

She felt as if she was swimming in a warm cloud, safe and protected.

It lifted her higher and higher, rocking her to and fro at the same time.

Dot woke up and held her breath for a moment.

“Where am I?, she wondered.

Shasha purred next to her. The sun through the window was red and far away.

Dot could hear her mother making breakfast, and she wanted very much to hug her.

(to be continued)




Cat eyes

Where do we go

When we go

Cat eyes

Freeze frame


and Grace

In the sudden turn

of the head

The Sphinx departs…