The Visit Late last night, while sound asleep, I dreamed his whiskers touched my cheek... A tickly kiss inside my ear; I dreamed that he was very near... I cried his name and missed him so, it wasn't fair for him to go! and in the morning sun so bright, something left behind last night.... Beside my pillow, placed with care, ...his favorite toy lay nestled there. by Liz Blackburn [Posted in FML issue 3248]