I woke up around two A.M., crying. I’d had a nightmare about the end of the world. I’d been saving cats, they’d bolted, and now there would never be any more cats, ever. It did seem to be more about losing my lover and my father than cats, but who knows? I was devastated. Even putting these words down cannot convey how deep the darkness was in my soul at that moment. Maybe it was about cats because that fat bastard Poseidon had stayed over at Merry’s for the night. I mean, that cat really liked that girl. Maybe he was bi, too, only, actually, he was nothing, or should I say neither, anymore. And, oh, hell I’d have to cancel his appointment for his shot I had scheduled for this week, too.
I couldn’t get back to sleep. Now, I was engulfed by scenes from my childhood. For a while, it seemed
