THE KITTEN DREAM
Every pet owner’s nightmare. Our eight-year-old cat died. She was alive one minute, and when I turned around she was dead at my feet. Unexpected. And sad. Months later I would visit a cat rescue place where a friend worked, looked at all the feral cats in cages, but couldn’t adopt, not yet.
Then one night, a few months later I had a dream. In my dream, I saw two black and white kittens, brother and sister. Not cats. Not cat! Kittens. I awoke and figured those were my cats. How to find them? The next day I unexpectedly ran into my friend and told her my dream. “It’s early spring. When kittens were born, ” she reminded me. She told me she would keep her eyes out at the rescue place for two black and white kittens. I wasn’t sure I was ready, even though my dream seemed so real.
The next day she called to say they were getting their first litter of kittens. I asked her to keep me informed. She called back later that day and told me the kittens arrived. They were black and white.
Upon seeing them, I immediately adopted the little runt of the litter. Her brother was easy to spot. Twice her size, but a gentle giant. Lily and Boo are now happily ,over nine years old, finally home, making my dream come true.