When I got home from work, there was a cat on my doorstep. I have two at home already, so you'd assume that they just smelled cat or kibble and figured they'd lurk.
But it's not that. It's a cat from my dreams. I just know. He answers to his name, he comes when I call, and he follows me around like he knows what I've been going through when I'm asleep.
( Cut for photo, visible to all. )His name is Teacup (Dream me came up with it, don't ask), and he's the most precious thing. Eddie and Bill love him already, they're in a great big pile at the foot of my bed.