Welcome to my world

One of my most distant memories is about coming back from kindergarten, holding my mum's hand, and telling her all about my day, and especially about my little cat's whereabouts. When I was two, I had an imaginery cat. He - because it was a he - was accompanying me in my life, and I only could see him, with my mind's eyes. He was my Jiminy Cricket, my wise guide, and my friend. He was immensely valued and dear to me.

Then one day he went away. I had grown up.

There is no imaginary cat in my adult's life. Only imps living inside the computers, a house-elf in my appartment who forgets to do the dishes one day out of two, my Fantasy Man showing up at nights, a smart rabbit watching over my plants, Aragorn guarding the book shelves... and a dragon in my blog.