take me to the dreamer’s ball

“You get one chance to do the good shit. Don’t f*ck it up”

We knew that if Goliath wasn’t waiting with the other cats when Freddie got home, he’d go completely berserk. 

We kept searching and searching, but by the time Freddie arrived home, shortly before midnight, Goliath still hadn’t returned.

We owned up right away, ‘We don’t know where Goliath is. We can’t find him anywhere,’ Joe told Freddie.

From Freddie’s look we knew that his day at the studio hadn’t gone well. This was all he needed. worried by what might have happened to the kitten, he was close to tears. He ran around the house and garden calling for Goliath. He asked where we’d looked everywhere. 

Freddie became frantic, and in deep despair he hurled a beautiful Japanese hibachi through the window of the guest bedroom. It was the hibachi we had spent all our time in Japan searching for so diligently.

when Freddie clamed down we talked about what else to do. Joe suggested putting-up ‘lost’ posters in the neihbourhood, and Freddie said he would offer a £1000 reward.

I went out into the garden one last time calling for Goliath. Then I heard a car pull up in Logan Mews. I heard a front door open and close, then the tiniest of squeaks. I flew out of the house in the direction of the sound. Goliath was crouched under a car, shaking. 

I picked him up and went into the house. Freddie was over the moon. For fiveminutes or more he poured his attention on the kitten, cuddling and stroking him. Then, like a mother, Freddie scolded the cat, shouting and screaming at tiny Goliath for leaving Garden Lodge. The dark ball of fur just sat there, listening calmly to Freddie’s outburst and purring loudly.” 

Jim Hutton - Mercury and Me