I had a weird dream this morning. I don’t remember, though. Only the feeling that I had a strange dream I have.

We have a cat at our farm now. It was a stray cat, but we were pretty sure it once was a pet somewhere. I first tried to catch him to get rid of. I don’t mean killing him; just shove him into a sack and dump him at a deep forest or somewhere. But he was really quick, I never had a chance to touch him. The funny thing was weeks later—I was still trying to catch him—I saw my mother petting him. The cat was lying on the ground, completely off its guard. Well I didn’t imagine a way we could be friends.

It has been a week since I tried to be a friend with him. Now he let me pet if I bring some food. I even can scratch his chin. Well now I can chuck him, but I don’t want to.