Lots and lots of cats in my dreams lately.

Last night I had this strange one where I was living in this posh apartment that shared a balcony with my ex(Sammy's father, Jonathan)s apartment. We had to communicate by means of large drawn or written signs which we would put up in the window(which is nutty, but unfortunately might be a more effective method than the REAL life way we currently do so)but he kept putting his blinds down everytime I taped a message or picture up in my window. So, I leaned out the window and looked in his side window. He ran around to that room, pulled the blind half down and began to plop cats out onto the deck. There was a brown tabbycat, a fluffy tortie, a white kitty with black head and tail...and four or five others. I kept wondering why he was tossing them out, if he was trying to provoke me or something. I wanted to hop out and gather them up, but what would I do with so many cats?

As you can guess, our relationship is pretty difficult, fraught as it is with legal tensions , suspicion and poor communication. But the cats? I don't know, except that cats were always an issue in our (unofficial)marriage. I've always been a cat person and felt rather deprived when I couldn't have one due to his allergies and rampant dislike of felines(like keeping rats in the house he'd say). So maybe that's it. Now I can have all the kitties he can toss out? Silly dream.

Then I dreamt my roomate Cara's kittens were swimming in a big shallow pool, diving down in and catching little fishes. I was amazed that they liked the water so much. Firefly hauled her drippy little body out-cats look SO funny when they are wet-all skinny and waterlogged-and flopped down all exhausted. Sugarpuss just kept on fishing.

I felt a scratch on my foot and lifted it up to see. To my shock, there was a tiny metal tube stuck in the side of my foot! I also spyed a teensy glass vial-instantly I knew there were spies after me! They'd drugged me with something or other. I knew I had to act quickly and with great nonchalance. So I ducked around to the other side of the pool where my gallant cohorts(Daniel and Cara-in disguise, of course) used a miniature gadget to remove the dart from my foot. But within seconds of setting out again, I felt multiple stings, and sure enough, upon inspection, my big toe was all full of weird little metal barbs. Again they swiftly ministered to me, but this time the machine grabbed all the weapons at once and yanked them out all bloody, some of them had ends like forks and scissors-Arrgh!

Then I startled awake to the sharp little claws of Firefly ripping at my toes under the covers! #$@*%$#!-Ouch, but I was laughing too much to really be mad at her when I realized what I'd been dreaming.

Hope you've enjoyed this bizarre little interlude from the subconscious of the Rzanimal. Now back to our regular programming...