Once I had two cats. I called them Pumuckel and Braunchen. I tried to teach them to dance and jump of the highest step, to like chocolate and ice cream. I loved them more than their mother Minka. Braunchen went into the woods and never came back at the age of two. Pumuckel grew big and got fat and lost an eye. He got 20 before he also went away. Maybe he met his sister under some tree and she whispered: Brother, come away with me. Lets run and never look back. Maybe they did. Maybe they live in a magic kingdom with a lot of butterflies they try to catch every day. They still dont like ice cream. But I’m ok with that nowadays. I eat it myself.