Paws interlude

I am even dreaming of cats at the moment.

I am currently reading off piste again.  It seems I will do almost anything to avoid reading Les Miserables.  (I am sure it will be wonderful in the end).  I am deeply in thrall to Tracey Emin right now.  She has  just published a book of all her columns that she wrote for the Independent newspaper, entitled: ‘My Life in a Column’.

I love Emin, and her work.  Her writing is as interesting to me as her artwork, and there are times when her art and her writing become one, which I find fascinating.

She has a cat called Docket who she draws and writes about.

Last night I dreamed that Queen Derek Ditch kept waking me up because she needed to write a letter to Docket about something extremely important, but she could not hold the pen herself.

In my dream I went downstairs with Derek and got the pen and paper out, but then Derek would run all over the paper with inky paws, so that there was no room to write the letter to Docket.

Derek would then get annoyed about this, despite the fact that it was her fault that I could not write the letter.  We would start again, but then she would start putting inky, furry, face prints on the clean page, and so it went on.

We never did write the letter to Docket.

I kept dreaming this on a loop.

Then I woke up.

I remembered my dream and thought something like ‘Gah!’

I turned over, went back to sleep, and promptly dreamed the same dream again for what seemed like several days.

I woke up this morning thinking; ‘I must post that letter to Docket.’

I probably won’t.

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