I can't quite talk about the breaking heart. But each night I have dreamt about cats having sex. The girls say cats in dreams mean your mystic self; your familiar.
Then this happens in real life: So I am sitting in Trinity Bellwoods Park, and disclosing in my journal what I can't always talk about here. And then a little sprite of a woman in cat ears pounces up to me and puts a candy heart on my knee. Meow meow, she says. The she scampers away. The heart says "true love".
