The dangers of dreaming

[wayfaringwordhack]

This morning I dreamed that I was dining on the lawn of a chateau with 15 or 20 very posh strangers. I don't know why she was with me, but our cat N'djema jumped up on the table and helped herself to some blackberry crumble.  She then proceded to hop all over the pristine tablecloth, leaving behind perfect purple paw prints. I was so embarrassed that I hurriedly shoved her off the table...

and woke up with the flat of my hand hitting a very surprised, very undreamlike N'djema square in the nose. She fell between the mattress and mosquito netting, giving me the most deserved affronted look. The poor thing had a time getting her three legs under her and escaping the stupid flailing human who was trying to apologize.

Comments

[pjthompson]

Poor widdle kitty. Shameful cat abuser!

(And just so you know, I woke to realize I'd apparently been scratching Min's head and fell asleep with my palm pressing her head into the mattress. Her squirming is what woke me.)

*lol*

[mnfaure.livejournal.com]

*steals line*

Poor widdle kitty. Thought she was going to get scritches and ended up with attempted suffocation. :P

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[pjthompson]

It's even worse because she had insisted on getting *under* the covers (she's a very odd cat), so she was under the covers *and* getting mashed.

Re: *lol*

[mnfaure.livejournal.com]

Tiboy likes to be under the covers, too. I think he went into a depression when we moved to Mayotte because there were...*gasp*...no blankets.

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[(Anonymous)]

Pobrecito! It's been far too warm for Min to be under the covers, but that hasn't stopped her. Fortunately, she usually comes to that conclusion after awhile and gets out.

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[mnfaure.livejournal.com]

Playing anonymous again, are we? ;)