Peeping Tom Has Another Owner? N Warning, Gory Stuff, Don't Read.

        I dreamed that there was a pre-teen girl plopped down on our living room floor. Everywhere she went, the old pink carpet appeared. She was sort of melancholy, not very talkative. What I could get out of her was that she was Peeping Tom’s owner. I explained that Peepers had come with the house, and we’d taken as good care of him as he’d allow. He was getting old now, but seemed, save for his nose to be in good health.

        I let Peepers into the house; he went right to the girl. She petted him a bit, and then he came over to visit me and get rubs. I noticed that something wasn’t right about his waist. His fur was combed funny. I reached to smooth it down and he barked at me.

        I noticed that there was quite a bit of fur missing, and there were two lines of crude black stitches, one just in front of each hip. The wounds the stitches were meant to close were a couple of inches long each. The flesh around the stitches was red and swollen. The wound on the left (his right side) was pulled open and you could see the moist interior subcutaneous layer and bits of muscle below that.

        “We’ve got to get him to the vet. Now we have some idea of what happened when he went missing the last couple of days.”

        The girl insisted that she was going to go along, because Peepers was coming with her.

        “Let’s get him fixed up first. Then we can figure out what your part in this is.”

        “I didn’t want to leave him.”

        I couldn’t really figure out how she could have left him, as Peepers was almost certainly older than the girl. It was at that moment that I realized that the girl was some sort of apparition. Then shortly after that, I realized I was dreaming and awoke, trembling, in a sweat, calling out for help with the injured cat.

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