with the Hudson Fur Trading Company. That’s all I can remember about last night’s dream. Night before, however, was weird. I was at home, but it wasn’t the house I live in now – it was the house I lived as a child, the house I later lived in again during my marriage. I was getting ready to move, and I was trying to finish making preparations. Someone – my mother, maybe? – was visiting, and it was bittersweet because I knew I wouldn’t see her for too much longer before I go. I looked out the window, and there were several (mostly black) cats gathered around my cat’s food dish. I went outside to take a closer look, and it was the litter of kittens that I somehow knew had once been there, but they were all grown up now.