A Day In The Life Of A Cat

You all know how dreams are....they never make very much sense. Last night I had a dream that I was at a picnic and I was at a desk working on a computer while my sister was cutting my hair. I know....it's weird, but like I said, dreams don't make a lot of sense sometimes. Anyway, I had this huge quilt wrapped around me in lieu of one of those plastic capes they put on you in the salon to keep the hair off you. Suddenly I had to pee, so I get up in the middle of this haircut and head to the restrooms with the quilt sill around me. On my way there, this big gust of wind blows under the quilt and I take off flying.....like Superman. It was pretty cool once I got the hang of turning and everything. So I'm flying over the picnic and everyone is waving at me. Then....out of the blue, I'm over a junk yard and my flying powers are not as good as they had been. I start flying lower. Just about that time, a junk yard dog comes out from behind this rusty old car and is barking and chasing me. I scream. Damn, don't it just figure a dog is after me. I'm flying lower now, too. This dog is hot on my tail and nipping at the very ends of my cape....er, quilt. He's a big ole thing, too. lots of teeth and a bark that could make you wet your pants. At the very last minute, and I mean very last minute, I get a burst of flying power and take off out of there. Then I woke up. My childhood fears were at work here, I think. But really, I'm still scared of big dogs. Anyway, at least it wasn't a whale chasing me. I'll tell you about the whale dream I had some day. I'm terrified of whales. It was awful.

Happy hump day!