Friday, July 10, 2009
I fell asleep last night reading "Scottish Life" magazine. I dreampt I was somewhere in the mossy, green, highlands. There was a beautiful lake. It was so calm and blue. The surface looked inviting because of the sun reflecting off the surface, it was as if there were sparkly, twinkly lights dancing upon it (Yes, I dream in color and I can see three-dimensionally unlike other felines of my age). I pranced joyfully toward the water (Yes, I prance, too). I felt like I weighed nothing! I was just running, frolicking freely, hardly feeling the bumpy, soft moss beneath my toepads. I think I was nearly flying. I ran toward the lake anticipating how good the water would feel as I crashed through the surface and glided under it, only to emerge, once again, into the bright, warming sunlight... and then I remembered: I'm a CAT. We don't like water...
Just as I was in the middle of my exhilarating "dream jump" and about to land in the lake... I was awakened by my owner who was now rolling over in the bed, pulling the covers with her. Covers, which of course, I was laying on. I tried to alert her to my presence by saying "mmeeerrrph", but, to no avail was I recognized. So as she turned over and dragged the covers in her direction, I slid off the blanket (it's one of those silky, shiny, slippy blankets) and landed in a pile of myself on my own head.
And then I heard her say "Oh, Dude! I am so sorry. I was dreaming about Scotland."
I summoned my eyebrow whiskers into the angriest arrangement I could muster and glared at her. Then I walked right over her, stepping on her face as I crossed from my side of the bed to her nightstand. I pounced onto the nightstand, found her cell phone and proceeded to knock it off onto the floor. Then I jumped up onto her dresser, found her hairbrush and knocked that, too, onto the floor. While she was still sleepy and trying to find the will to get up out of the bed, I did a huge leap from the top of the dresser this time onto the floor, knocked over the oscillating fan and exited the room, tail held high and murmuring under my breath...
How has your day been, so far?
Love and I'm going to nap now,
Sir Spazzy