…and then boarding her craft and rubbing their noses caressingly against her; and, a day or two later, she received a quite unexpected invitation to accompany a friend on a yachting voyage to the Baltic. And now for my own experience. The night before my husband presented me with a magnificent sealskin coat, when I all but collapsed with astonishment, I dreamed that a big black cat was sitting on a chest of drawers in my room, and that directly it saw me, it leaped into the middle of the room and sank through the floor.”A striking example of the cat-dream that is invariably, with some people, followed by misfortune, occurred to a lady I met in Llandudno. “Shortly before my father lost most of his money in a big bank smash,” she said, “I dreamed I saw a tortoiseshell cat on the mantelshelf. And again a day or two…