I was walking down the main hall of the castle to meet with the king. But when I passed a corner there before me sat a house cat black as night with a small tuft of white fur on its chest as if the first star after the setting sun. I was caught in some sort of spell as I couldn’t look away from the feline’s emerald eyes. The cat arose then spun around and began to wander off with its tail up as if beckoning me to shadow it. Without faltering, I accompanied it on its path. I was a man of wisdom and knowledge, but I trailed the animal without a thought of hesitation…. It was as if I was a mere child walking behind a friend to the fields. The cats’ pace started to quicken into a light jogging pace. I mimicked the cat not wanting to lose the feline, but it quickened again until it was in an all-out sprint. I again tried to match the cats’ pace but was outmatched, but still ran I needed to follow I needed to look into those eyes once more. Unfortunately, my robes had other plans for me as I fumbled and hit the cold stone floor. I opened my eyes expecting to see the cat dashing through the hallway, but all I see are my chambers. As I lay in my bed I look to my left wanting to see my wife. Sadly, all that lay there was the bedding and the small cat that was black with a small patch of white fur on its’ chest. It was the only thing I had left of her.