@maddison   how nice to open my book and see your words again.  Virginia it is then.   for no logical reason i now find my self in the deep south,  usa...  gone with the wind...  fine houses , sir and mam,  and endless fields of cotton.....   the power of changing just one word can change the everything..  Virginia...   a fine southern name..  mind your petticoat as alite the carriage and step back in time...    those 3 cats ...  could it be a glitch in the matrix..    yes im being silly,  but my world is the playground of childhoods stollen,     the tentative steps you take to lift the vail and share your secrets make me feel privileged that i am witness to them.  when you close your eyes and see a hand there to steady you,  it will be mine..    we the autistic may dwell on the fringes of the norm,  but we are growing in numbers and one day we will dance in unison,    i survive in this world but its in my own, that i really come to life.   to thrive in both.   maybe thats the end game..    my cat is black and white,  and the rabbit is grey.   they are both asleep in the same basket next to the fire...