I dreamed of Licorice again last night.

It was just a normal-seeming moment: as I watched my big, fluffy Misty pop in through the cat door, she was followed by her sleek black sister, Licorice. I exclaimed to Misty, "You brought your sister home for Christmas!" and they both just stared at me with silly, cheerful, kitty grins on their faces. It was one of those dreams that was so realistic, I believed it was true!

When I woke up this morning, I was painfully disappointed to find that it was just a dream - again. And Misty was too. She's sitting on my lap now, purring and reaching her paws out to my hands and wrists trying to get me to stop typing, and pet her! I wonder if she had the same dream. I wonder if she's still missing her sister too. Normally, she's very independent - content to sit beside me and snore while I'm sitting at my desk. But this morning as I retrieved the newspaper, got my cup of tea and settled down to relax a few minutes, she hasn't wanted to leave my side - or my lap!
Certainly cats dream - anyone can tell you silly stories of their cats' paws twitching as they dream of chasing mice or birds. And certainly cats are sympathetic - always the first to offer comfort when you're feeling sick or blue. But is it possible they can share their dreams with their people? She was so happy in my dream - it's been 6 months since her sweet sister, Licorice, disappeared (courtesy of the bald eagle that lives nearby) - is it possible she still dreams her sister will come home?
Maybe she's just getting old, and the cold outside made her seek out the warmth of my lap... maybe. Maybe I'm just getting old, and wanted to fill that empty spot in my heart with my silky black, beautiful Licorice.
But maybe, just maybe, our Licorice-ster little-sister visited us in our dreams to bring us a spot of Christmas joy!