Fever Dream

The cats, though spayed and neutered, began to multiply. I thought it was difficult to sleep when one fluffy kitten was in weasel mode, in my dreams there were 5 of them, plus their mother Chloe Lumpkin, Queen of the Toasty Shelf. They kept jumping on my stomach and pulling off the covers. It was too cold to get up and put them all out of the room. When I finally did get up, they were all lying in a line at the end of the bed with one eye half open, pretending to be asleep. It is tough to stay mad when they're so darned cute.

When I woke this morning I was disappointed that they weren't real. (Although, realistically, we have plenty of cats.)