The hairless jane had a bad dream. She was twitching in her sleep. From my bedside perch, at first I thought she was having a pleasant run but then her eyes flew open and she meowed. Well, like meowed. She go straight out of bed and ran to my colleague and began giving her odd-houred affection. Not that she protested. I followed her out and watched the two for a while. When she went back to bed, I conferred with my colleague but she didn’t know what that was about. We watched the closed bedroom door for a while before we shook off the mood with a good chase.