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Dreams: Mother and the Cats
Jun. 16th, 2018 06:30 pmA couple of snippets of dreams. In one, we have a new house. Teri is with us, and I am showing her a neat feature of the kitchen sink, though I cannot recall exactly what I wanted to show her and I pause in awkwardness. Arthudo breaks in and mentions her special mirror, that big one she got for two-hundred dollars at Bay Horse.
This is not a great dream, but I haven't dreamed of her in a long time. And it did seem to be a happy dream, as we were apparently moving into a new and better house. It also made me think of that mirror, and I don't remember seeing it anywhere. I thought it might be in Arthudo's room, but it's not. I guess she gave it to Jack and Jill when we moved here, apparently unable to see where she might hang it up in this smaller house.
In the second dream, I am looking out at the patio, and I see a calico cat with Ash and Sammy, and as the cat separates herself from the feline tussle & play, I begin to wonder if it might actually be Coco somehow. It's seems impossible, but maybe there was a gigantic misunderstanding somehow, someway. My mouth agape, my eyes opened wide, I am so happy. However, the dream, or my memory of it, cuts off too quickly and abruptly, so that I don't know for sure if this was supposed to be Coco, but I assume so.
This dream brings to mind my fading relationship with the cats. Maybe it's because of the long dry period, with them remaining outside all the time, so that my life with them is almost a reversion to the old days with the feral cats when all I could do with them was feed them. Lately, Ash has especially turned me off with the way she runs off when there is some loud thunder rather than come inside the house like Sammy. It's like she doesn't even know me.
It doesn't help that I have become even more distant from Ash and Sammy on account of my war with the ratsoes. A couple of weeks ago, I caught one drinking water from the cats' bowl. It wasn't that gigantic ratso, but another one, a more reasonably sized one. I realized that the water is too much of an invitation. So, I now also bring the water bowl in the house along with the food plate. I bring both out again a couple of times over the course of the night for a few minutes, when I get up for a bathroom run. Since the ratsoes seem to be nocturnal animals, it only seems to be a nighttime problem, though since the cats are also really nocturnal animals themselves, this is still a big problem for the cats.
In the past, I avoided this step, thinking a ready supply of water being essential for them. And I feel like this move has estranged the cats even more from me, including Ash, further weakening our relationship. And I wonder whether I would be this hard and austere with the water if Coco was still here. She wasn't the most beautiful calico cat, but her calico-ness might have been enough to give her that special place in my heart that opens one up to suffer more for love.
This is not a great dream, but I haven't dreamed of her in a long time. And it did seem to be a happy dream, as we were apparently moving into a new and better house. It also made me think of that mirror, and I don't remember seeing it anywhere. I thought it might be in Arthudo's room, but it's not. I guess she gave it to Jack and Jill when we moved here, apparently unable to see where she might hang it up in this smaller house.
In the second dream, I am looking out at the patio, and I see a calico cat with Ash and Sammy, and as the cat separates herself from the feline tussle & play, I begin to wonder if it might actually be Coco somehow. It's seems impossible, but maybe there was a gigantic misunderstanding somehow, someway. My mouth agape, my eyes opened wide, I am so happy. However, the dream, or my memory of it, cuts off too quickly and abruptly, so that I don't know for sure if this was supposed to be Coco, but I assume so.
This dream brings to mind my fading relationship with the cats. Maybe it's because of the long dry period, with them remaining outside all the time, so that my life with them is almost a reversion to the old days with the feral cats when all I could do with them was feed them. Lately, Ash has especially turned me off with the way she runs off when there is some loud thunder rather than come inside the house like Sammy. It's like she doesn't even know me.
It doesn't help that I have become even more distant from Ash and Sammy on account of my war with the ratsoes. A couple of weeks ago, I caught one drinking water from the cats' bowl. It wasn't that gigantic ratso, but another one, a more reasonably sized one. I realized that the water is too much of an invitation. So, I now also bring the water bowl in the house along with the food plate. I bring both out again a couple of times over the course of the night for a few minutes, when I get up for a bathroom run. Since the ratsoes seem to be nocturnal animals, it only seems to be a nighttime problem, though since the cats are also really nocturnal animals themselves, this is still a big problem for the cats.
In the past, I avoided this step, thinking a ready supply of water being essential for them. And I feel like this move has estranged the cats even more from me, including Ash, further weakening our relationship. And I wonder whether I would be this hard and austere with the water if Coco was still here. She wasn't the most beautiful calico cat, but her calico-ness might have been enough to give her that special place in my heart that opens one up to suffer more for love.
