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Niolus's avatar

Reunited, after a few years with literary heroin, Jeanette Winterson. Great story! It seems real. I don´t know. Good writers make everything seem real, so... I love your sense of humor (and many other things in your writing: simplicity, poetry, magic...). Thank you

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Cecília Maris's avatar

That experience of your father is very touching. I've heard about a couple of otherworldly events, which happened during the first and second World Wars. Personally, I feel that this veil between worlds gets thinner specially in times of great challenge. As for your (true) tale of your cat, Tibbles, I don't think that has anything to do with imagination, but it was a true event. I had a paraqueet for many years in my home, which I let fly free all day long. He retired to a cage just in the evenings to sleep. He was a joy to behold, singing and flying and speaking 'paraqueesh' all through the days. But when he got ill, the veterinarian told me it would be too risky operating him to remove a tumor, anyway. I brought him back home and spoke to him about it. In the next day, he hid in the narrow gap between a wardrobe and the wall and died there. For months I felt his presence here - I would return from some errand outside, walking to the living-room to say hello and always was astounded not seeing him there. But 'something' was, hanging in the air like a scent left behind by someone who just left the room. As far as I know every human being, every animal, each plant, flower and tree, each blade of grass, grain of sand/earth and drop of water have an Essence in itself. And it lingers for periods of time. I think you are right, your cat lingered because of you, nevertheless understood when was time to go. Love is strange as that, something beyond of what the guys (and girls also?...) in Microsoft - in their attempt to fake the identity of a beloved someone who has departed - seem not to be able to understand. One cannot fake L.O.V.E. or a beloved. Besides, a copy is never better than the original.

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