It was a dream in real-time. My house was different, but it was home.
My BigFatBellyCat walked in.
“Cricket!” I squealed. “You’re here!”
She walked outside. I followed. She turned the corner of the house. I followed faster. She turned again; I followed still.
On that side of the house, Penny walked up, while Cricket walked off to the left and joined some other cats.
“Oh, she’s just there,” I said to her sister.
I picked up my Penny and went inside.
It was a visitation, I know it.
I was needing it. I miss my kitty.