I dreamed an old man with a kitten in his pocket was telling us a very dull story. He would often nod off and when he did the cat in his pocket would become animated and tell us the riches of his bizarre knowledge. Sometimes we became so animated we woke the man. Whenever we did the cat went back to being inert. Sometimes the cat woke the man up himself, shouting.
Since I've been in Stockholm I've only seen one cat.