The Chronicals of Alaraf

An elder gray Tomcat neatly grabbed the younger calico by the scruff and vanished into the invisible den under the corner of the building which lead to a neatly carpeted alcove between the wall and basement window.

      Although much smaller, and slightly fluffy, he did not compare to all the varieties of silver, grey and as deep as perhaps, revlon black, and allowed himself to be wrestled into an awkward, yet protective, feline hug.

     “New Questions.” Said the elder cat in clearest Catlish.

       “When you visited the Prophet in dreams, what manner of creature were you”

         “I was a cat, just like this.” replied the calico, allowing himself to allow that great grey plume to curl protectively around him.

            “Ah! A cat just like this, not… a Fox?” The calico winced, and the elder grey long haired, purred. “No?  Whom else did you see on the Road in that dream that you knew?”

        “You, but as a man and you were disagreement with Johnny.  Zahir walked separate but near, Mufti Menk had a parachute, and Nurjan was carried on a golden litter like Divine Catering. ” The calico tried to hide further into the gray.

         “Was there anyone else and were you one hundred percent certain it was Johnny I was fighting with.”

           “No & maybe…sir?” the calico was now curled in a neat circle, nearly upside down in the clearances of fluffy varitone cat tails.

             “Does it matter, Tell me why or why not.” The elder purred loudly until the younger calmed visible

              “No, it does not matter,” said the little calico, paws batting at nothing but errant fluff, “…But in the dream you left me there.”

     “Clearly, I always return” replied the older cat with slight affront. “What else…?”

     “There was only one man walking beside you as you hid me in your pocket, and he was the man called out onto the carpet after Allah granted me the privilege of sleeping on that Holy shoulder, wrapped in perfumed and silken human hair.” quoted the younger, poetically.

       “Overrated” said the elder cat as he licked the other on the forehead, curled up protectively tight around him until no calico fur could be seen, then they both promptly fell asleep together in a pile of fluff and pleasant dreams.

Ameen.