reserves low
One of our cats has major separation anxiety, surprising considering his general non-cuddliness. When we return from a trip, he likes to spend a couple of nights sleeping on my head, apparently to reassure his butt that I'm still there and will be feeding it in the morning.
So last night I dreamed, brokenly, he had arranged to set up a local branch of a minimum-security prison in our apartment, in order to keep my head where he could drape himself over it. He had been certified as the warden, and he'd even ordered a beige jumpsuit (with a white collar) for me to wear.
Maybe he's smarter than we've been crediting...maybe I'm only here on a work-release program.
Maybe I need some coffee, because I sure didn't get much sleep last night.
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schneptune) wrote,
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