It was the opening of the conversation that started that magical and occult nightingale. The dark was full of sparkling colours, beautifully blending the objects inside the “Voodoo - Cat Bar”. We held there our Friday meetings without guests or helping hands or paws. Conversations set the stage for non-vocal, joyful meetings and, most of all, between cuddling auras. The furniture kept the pattern gathered through many years of touching the old and soft Norwegian wood.

 In the middle of us stood the illuminated sign as a torch palpitating, intertwined, breathing in the black and breathing out the white. Behind me laid the gift hanging on like a vulture mapping everybody from above. She gave it to me many years ago, as a token of our first meeting, the cat totem. And as she mentioned, “it was better to have luck than health, as the ones on Titanic had plenty of good stamina”. 

Dark jokes were the cookies she offered besides fortune-telling with tarot cards. That night I got the fish, the mushroomed skull and the eyes circling an eye. She kept the score every time on the parchment next to her. I didn’t know until the next day if it meant them for me or, on that specific night, were part of a dreaming cat menu.

Now I know. The lady one was right without explaining. It was right in front of me, hiding in plain sight. Her aligned visions unfolded the inevitable: the point where I tasted the nectar. That green liquid was full of chlorophyll, playful atoms, cold removal, and blissful patterns. The arranged play was for me not to see the actual act, as she knew better. I liked surprises. Just like every seed needed to break the ground to make it to the light, so was the hidden shadow pouring tinny drops into my cup. It represented the starting point, the flame, for my inner curiosity and journey.

She was a lady cat. Full of fragrance, style, and personality, all combined into that whitish majestic energy. Meowing and meowing all night long, savouring her seawater, and golden fish drink every Friday night. The saltiness of her intake was in equilibrium with the sweetness of her actions.

I will remember our dream encounters and meet her when I want to cuddle, purr and play with my tarot cards, right before closing my eyes.

Puuurrr…