all about cats

As my cats often visit me in my dreams after they passed away, I can´t stop to wonder why they keep on going telling me how not so bad and very wonderful their afterlife is.
The male cat visits me more often and now has the ability to speak in words and not at all typical cat sounds. The female cat seldom comes around and she is still like she was when she passed away with eigtheen years on her arched back. She is still blind, deaf and can´t hold her water, forgets everything she´s done a second ago. I think she might be joking with me on that.
Well, the male cat has a very fine, nice and old voice of a gentleman now, which suits me fine, because I relate to that, somehow. He is always a young one when he comes around, nice fur and everything. He always makes me cry and I hold him in my arms, and it is then that he tells me, how not bad it is for him now, and that he had to go, he just had. And listen to me, he says, what a nice voice I got now. It isn´t so bad to have gone, and I can still visit you, he says.
And I am glad for him, and for her, though I quite like to believe, that she, too, has changed back and is making fun of me. I am looking forward to be meeting them soon again, when they come visiting in my dreams. And they can be sure, I will have a nice can of cat-food for them ready, not that awful dry stuff my mom used to feed them. See you soon, guys.