I woke up the other night with a start. I had a nightmare that I woke up and there was a giant cat looking at me. And, then I remembered that I was at Kevin and Michael’s house for a few days waiting out the storm in South Carolina. In the meantime, their four cats and I are having a somewhat meeting of the minds. Mine is a little more feeble, but I think you can understand my dream.
Well, they are all very cute. Kevin asked me which one was my favorite, and I said quite honestly that I liked them all. I also said that I didn’t want to say because the other three might come after me while I was sleeping.
So there we have it . . the origin of my dream. A giant rejected cat on the cusp of getting even with the interloper.
When I say a giant cat, I really mean it. Boesendorfer is a 30 pound plus Mein Coon. So, when he wants to lay on my bed, it’s OK with me. Not that he needs my approval, by the way . . or feels he needs my permission. Boesendorfer gets what Boesendorfer wants! OK, so it was Boesendorfer in my dream.
I am heading to South Carolina on Tuesday, if the weather clears up. I have been communicating with my friends at Clemson who are in the midst of Hurricane Florence, hoping that the dam doesn’t burst and put Clemson under 16 feet of water. Listening to their stories made me realize why I retired 🙂 .
Well, between being eaten by a giant cat and scuba diving at Clemson . . . maybe working isn’t as bad as I remember it.