I was on a bed on top of a car at night. The car was pointing out over suburban parkland that is typical in London. The car's headlights were on and they picked up a cat moving in the distance, about 70 yards away. The cat was moving just as a domestic cat would at night, stealthily, on the hunt. The cat came nearer. I immediately saw that it was larger than a normal domestic cat, with a spotted tabby coat and a short tail. This was an American Bobcat. I was excited and a kept a close eye, watching the cat intently, which was now about 10 yards away and next to an old building. We were on the borders of parkland and homes.
The building looked derelict and the Bobcat squeezed underneath the outer wall of the building that was broken and dropped down into the basement. It was all quite eerie and a bit scary. I got down from this ridiculous bed on top of the car and went towards the building. I struggled to see what was down there but found a broken, very low window and peered in, taking a risk of falling down into this dark place.
The basement was as expected, in a way; derelict. The floor though was odd. It was covered in sand. Not prepared sand just the kind of sand that is present on dusty/sandy floors. In one corner though there was a pile of sand about 10 feet high. And the whole room of about 30 feet by 20 feet was populated by feral cats! They were everywhere. Some were on the mound of sand squabbling over a piece of food. These cats all had semi-long hair that was a grubby white. One was in the center of the room with a friendly mouse or rat on him or her. All the cats looked unkempt and frankly sick. A number of them looked up at me, interested and asking, with sad eyes, for help. There was no sign of the American Bobcat. It was a scene of a kind of horror.
The dream moved on in a fragmented way. On one occasion a group of feral cats came out and wandered down the street (it was daytime by now) in danger of being hit by traffic but they looked happy and playful and also in better health. Some of them turned to wildcats.
This dream about cats is a reflection about my concern for the most vulnerable of our lost companion cats, the feral cat. They are generally treated horrendously both in the developed and less developed parts of the world and my heart cries out to them. I had a dream about cats and it is one in which I dream that the feral cat is one day free from the pain of a short life.
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