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I dreamed last night that Maggie was with kitten(s) and I was so scared about her having to birth them, her being so tiny and delicate.
I was in this dark, unpleasant place, like some sort of warehouse looking for her. I was terrified because I knew she was there but couldn't find her. Then when I finally did somehow I knew she'd had the kittens but I couldn't find them and I was scared for Maggie's babies.
It was one of those dreams that drains the hell out of me. I was very groggy when I woke up but the first thing I did was tell the cats (who both happened to be sitting by my pillow, maybe they sensed Mummy was troubled) how glad I was that I had them both fixed.
I needed to get those horrible images out of my head so I got out the catnip toys I got from the Toronto Cat Rescue at the Vegetarian Food Festival (where I've been getting all my bebe's birthday presents for years and can benefit homeless cats while I delight my own) and watched Maggie and Pip go bonkers. I wish I had some means to record them. But if I did I'd likely end up with hundreds of hours of footage of them sleeping or something.
It turns out you don't need to be old or even have dozens of cats to be a crazy cat lady. Ah well.
I was in this dark, unpleasant place, like some sort of warehouse looking for her. I was terrified because I knew she was there but couldn't find her. Then when I finally did somehow I knew she'd had the kittens but I couldn't find them and I was scared for Maggie's babies.
It was one of those dreams that drains the hell out of me. I was very groggy when I woke up but the first thing I did was tell the cats (who both happened to be sitting by my pillow, maybe they sensed Mummy was troubled) how glad I was that I had them both fixed.
I needed to get those horrible images out of my head so I got out the catnip toys I got from the Toronto Cat Rescue at the Vegetarian Food Festival (where I've been getting all my bebe's birthday presents for years and can benefit homeless cats while I delight my own) and watched Maggie and Pip go bonkers. I wish I had some means to record them. But if I did I'd likely end up with hundreds of hours of footage of them sleeping or something.
It turns out you don't need to be old or even have dozens of cats to be a crazy cat lady. Ah well.
