1. I had a little kitten, mostly black with some white. It was playing in the garden when I noticed there was a huge, fierce-faced buzzard perching just feet away. * “Shit,” I thought, “do buzzards eat cats? Or is it cats that eat buzzards?” I brought the kitten in, just to be safe.
* I did see some buzzards the other day, whilst driving (or being driven, rather) down a country road. They were perching in low trees, close enough that I could see their faces and know they meant business. Come to think of it, K and I were talking about dreams at the time, and I interjected to say that buzzards in the trees represented not giving a fuck.
There was also a tiny muntjac deer, grazing by the side of the road. When I told one of my housemates, she claimed sincerely that she’d dreamt of a muntjac deer the night before!
2. My therapist was seriously – maybe terminally – ill, and I was looking after his cat.