Monday, June 28, 2010

Horrible, Awful, No Good, Very Bad Dream!

I woke up in a panic today after the dream I was having. I'm not sure whose house I was in, but it was stormy outside and my two cats were there with me along with 2 other people I don't know. Well anyhow, at some point in the dream the door to the house was left open a crack and my oldest cat Cleo escaped. I darted after her and when I looked down from the porch to the yard she had fallen into a deep puddle. The next thing I knew I was literally swimming through puddles trying to rescue my drowning cat. It was horrible! I couldn't find her or see her anywhere. Don't ask me what kind of monsoon I was in that I could swim through puddles, I should have known right away it was just a dream.

At this point I was screaming for help but no one could hear me or the ignored me or something, I don't know. So I make it out of the deepest puddles ever and I start to hear a scared and soft "Meow" coming from underneath the house next door, I call her name and "meow" back at her and she darts past me into the house. I was so relieved that I almost didn't believe it was her. I ran in after her yelling "Is it her? Is it her?" She ran into a back room in the house and I went after her and there sat my husband playing video games with someone I had never seen before. I was furious in the dream! I have been in an utter panic and he was playing video games?!?!? Now, I know in real life he would be out there with me search ing for Cleo, but I was flabbergasted that he wasn't in my dream! About this time I woke up, still shaken up. I was completely calmed however when I realized my sweet little Cleo was sleeping soundly on my head, yes my head. She tends to make room for herself on my pillow. :)

I've had Cleo for more than five years now and I am seriously attached to her. We got her in 2005 when she was just barely 8 weeks old from a shelter in Memphis. She was with me when Ken went away for the summer to work in Oklahoma and I was living alone. She knows when I am sad or sick and just curls up on my chest with her head on my shoulder. It may sound crazy but she gets me and I get her. I love this kitty!

Cleo came to work with me after we first adopted her.
Look at those big ears!

I know she won't live forever but I am not sure what I will do when her time comes. I know it is years away, at least I hope it is, but every now and then I wonder how I will cope with that. She is my first child. I love my girl!