I dreamt that I came to my terrace, walked to the parapet, looked into the garden, and saw a dead cat on the metal trellis right under the terrace. Its body was drooping limply over the wisteria flowers and leaves in such a way that it was obvious it did not die there, but that someone had thrown the body there. Who could it be? And why? At any rate, I knew I had to take the cadaver down and throw it into the woods below the garden, for it would start stinking soon. But I woke up too soon to do anything about it. It was morning already, and I got out of bed. I came downstairs, headed straight for the terrace, walked to the parapet, and looked into the garden. There was a curled-up cat sleeping in the tall grass, and its fur looked quite similar to that of the cat I saw in my dream. I threw a little stone some way away from it, and it jumped up at once. It was not dead. Relieved, I went to the bathroom for my morning ablutions.