Under the Office

        I dreamed that one of the cats knocked down a cereal box, and then pushed it through the house. At least, following the trail of Raisin Bran everywhere, that is what I assumed happened. (This based on something that really happened.) Apparently the box of cereal wasn’t enough, as I came to the end of the trail I found potato chips and prunes mixed in. I couldn’t think of where the prunes would have come from as we hadn’t purchased any recently. I used my blanket from my office chair to sweep up the nearly empty box and bags, revealing a huge break in the floor between the hallway and my office.

        I don’t remember ever seeing that, before.

        There was light coming from below. I knelt down and looked under my office. There was about a 3 foot high crawl space below my room. I could see several other snack food type bags tossed into the corners of the area. I suddenly realized that it wasn’t the cats. I spotted an old blanket that I thought N had sent to Good Will, and a couple of older cat beds, ones that I’d been wondering what had happened to them. I was wondering to myself if this would be a good place to isolate the sick cat when something under the blanket stirred.

        It so startled me, that I woke up.

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