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I was at home at my parents’ house in Germany. I am not quite sure which season, but it looked dry outside, the weather not very hot or cold, it might have been autumn. I was in the middle of planning a trip to the US, maps spread out all over the place, working on a good itinerary to get around the country without spendig too many hours on the road while seeing many different cool places, though. My dad with whom I was going to take the trip together looked at my efforts in appreciation, but I could feel the lack of sleep crouching beyond, pulling me down without mercy. Before I could elaborate, I must have passed out on site. The next thing I could remember was waking up on the airplane shortly before landing in America. How could this be? I missed all the packing, saying goodbye to my mum and sister, checking through the airport control and boarding the flight? The thing, however, that bothered me most, was that I obviously had forfeit my chance to discuss the travel plan with my dad. He had made the decision about where to head first without consulting with me, but in good faith, so I quickly calmed. We were headed to Seattle/Tacoma airport which was an okay starting point. We would be able to start in the outer northwest to loop around, so no problem there. We had been to Seattle before, and our family had friends there. Rosemary and her family. We hired a van from one of the car rentals, and went on to pay them a visit - unfortunately, since this was not really planned for, we did not remember the exact location of their house, so it took us a while to find the right suburb village. And even after arriving at the house, we weren’t sure if it was the right place. So we sneaked up at the porch, worried about the “no trespassing” sign yarding the fence, and we couldn’t quite make up our minds while crouching in the high grass, lest anybody see us. Along came a cat, blue fur, and I asked the cat: Hey are we in the right place? The cat answered: Well, you guys look kind of familiar, I reckon you found the right place then. Who are you looking for? I answered we were looking for Rosemary. The cat went: OK, I don’t know really who you are talking about; why don’t you give it a shot anyway.
So we looked at each other in disbelief and reassurance at the same time, and knocked on the door, prepared to be shotgunned or welcomed. And indeed, things turned out fine, and in no time we found us at the dinner table together with Rosemary and her ones. The blue cat also had company by a purple one.

Rosemary later explained: Yeah, the blue one is really smart, much more than the purple one. The purple one doesn’t speak at all, but you never know what a cat is up to, do ya. Now have some of the pie.