Companions

I dream about my cats.


In 12 days they will once again be shacking up with me, 8 months after my departure. I feel like the children are coming home from the war I’m so excited. I want to buy them a big jungle gym, feed them only chicken for weeks on end, dream up recipes for cats and publish a cooking book.

Will they still remember me? I try to remember the way I used to speak to them, our private lives. When I see them I’ll remember.

What if they don’t want me anymore? What if they’ve forgotten me? What if they pine for their garden in Melkbos and my new flat is too small for them? What if they pine for their kitty friends who reside their with them? What if it doesn’t work?

I imagine that they dreamt of me last night. Our dreams intersected and they woke up this morning thinking of me, knowing that I will be coming for them sometime soon.

I’m coming my babies, I’m coming!