I dreamt that I saw two adolescent street cats playing on my terrace. Both of them I know very well. One is black-and-white, the other black-and-yellow. Siblings from the same litter, they are inseparable. Six or seven months old, they are as nimble as their parents. But they are not as wise, which is why they keep coming to my terrace in spite of my protestations. When they spotted me in my dream, they attempted to hide. Each of them found something to hide behind. One hid behind a slim plant, the other behind a few sticks used to prop up plants in the garden. Both of them crouched and stopped moving. Staring at me stealthily, they were ridiculous, for I could not but see them. And so I laughed. When I woke up in the middle of the night, I realized that my dream was so true to life that it was rather disappointing. The two adolescent street cats always behave exactly as they did in my dream. When they spot me, they hide in some corner, crouch, become immobile, and then stare at me stealthily as though they are perfectly invisible. I laughed again. And I was asleep again in no time.