Hot Dog

        I dreamed than N brought home a dachshund puppy. He was hiding under the futon because he was afraid of the cats. The cats didn’t seem to be attacking him, they were just curious about their new toy.

        I pulled out some of their old toys to distract them. That is when N noticed how chewed up some of the old toys were. She made me pull the puppy out from under the futon and she bundled him up and snuck him back to her office, locking the cats out. I finished putting the furniture back into place. When I was done I noticed there were no cats around.

        I looked out on the catio, then in the bedroom. No sign. I went down the hall, and there were seven cats sitting outside N’s office door, silently waiting.

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