and the radio is talking about Freud's 'On the interpretation of dreams'.
the painters have arrived
over the roof
stomp stomp stomp
I look at the cat.
And I think are dreams like this?
The cat has their life
something defined, somethings not,
if I howl* at them for long enough they'll feed me after the sunsets
(not Note at 6pm which is what we humans thinks happen)
and then there are these moments
strangers come to the house
strangers who the cat has never seen, heard, smelt before
and they start to water-blast the skin off the house
what does the cat think of this?
this not like understanding a dream to the cat?
the cat doesn't understand the phonecall I made to the painters
the cat doesn't know I knew they were coming
(still, I shudder awake at nine when I have been woken a second time**
by the arrival of the painters - I was up till 3am last night)
(I must get up - I must work
but first my dreamlife & my not so dreamlife...)
But the cat sees I don't jump up
I'm not shocked or surprised
I head to the doorway
and sing / call / meow - (however the cat perceives it)
to these unknown people
who smell of chemicals no doubt
who the cat doesn't know
who aren't from around here
but then I hide inside and they blast the outside of the house.
to the cat
isn't their perception like mine with a dream
not understanding the greater details
the moments of human clan dealings
make no sense
or at least
a surreal dreamlike logic...
the cat disappears into the cold winter outside world.
the cat's waking world.
* = the cat definitely howls
(I suspect it tries to wail like a baby since twice upon a times it has lived with families with small newly borns to the age of 2)
** =the cat alarm clock works (intermittently) at a 7am feed me ring