I had a wonderful vision a moment ago. I was reclining in a large lounge chair in my beloved’s apartment and going through the news on the screen of my laptop when a cat showed up, walked toward my chair, looked into my eyes, jumped eagerly into my lap, and curled up ingratiatingly. It had huge eyes. All it wanted was to be close to me. As close as possible. The vision was so vivid that I immediately thought of getting a pet. And a cat would be wonderful to have close by. It did not take me long to realize that my coming and going between Zagreb and Motovun would not be right for a pet, and hauling it between homes would be a real nuisance. But those eyes are still with me. Deep, dark, and sparkling, they go back millions upon millions of years. Eyes of life, no less.

Addendum (December 17, 2015)

Amazingly, those eyes are still with me more than a week later. They are huge, considerably larger than those of an ordinary cat. And I am still mesmerized by the way those eyes look straight into my own eyes. The contact is deep, almost palpable, to this day. On top of this, those eyes belong to an animal that is somewhat larger than an ordinary cat. Indeed, it is more like a baby lion or perhaps puma. And so is its color, which is close to that of gold. Anyhow, traces of the vision are still with me, but it has lost all its sharpness. As well as its punch. Trying to revive it, I now talk to all the street cats that roam around my house. Seeing that I have no food in my hands, though, they pay me little attention. But their eyes are a far cry from those I am eager to look into once again.