And I dreamed my Cat was Trotsky
I was just having a little lie down with the Martster (my big grey Tabby Cat), when I fell
into a strange slumber. Suddenly we were exiles, fleeing certain death from some country. Oh,
we were aiding in the escape of Trotsky from certain death! Barreling
down a dirt road in a rickety trolley that was more like a wooden wagon with no
horses and more seats, things were intense.
We were being followed, and following a private trolley of some exotic
woman, who was also in danger.
AFter much chase, strangers busted in the door of the trolley. I
looked everywhere for my dear Trotsky, but he seemed to be gone. He must have slipped out beneath everyone's feet in all the commotion. As the people disappeared and the trolley started up again, I was over come with fear for my friend. God, he would surely starve out there on the side of the
road.
What if someone ATE him?!
I woke up in a panic, only to find my little Trotsky laying right
beside me.
And was greeted back to this world with a little 'Murrrr'.
into a strange slumber. Suddenly we were exiles, fleeing certain death from some country. Oh,
we were aiding in the escape of Trotsky from certain death! Barreling
down a dirt road in a rickety trolley that was more like a wooden wagon with no
horses and more seats, things were intense.
We were being followed, and following a private trolley of some exotic
woman, who was also in danger.
AFter much chase, strangers busted in the door of the trolley. I
looked everywhere for my dear Trotsky, but he seemed to be gone. He must have slipped out beneath everyone's feet in all the commotion. As the people disappeared and the trolley started up again, I was over come with fear for my friend. God, he would surely starve out there on the side of the
road.
What if someone ATE him?!
I woke up in a panic, only to find my little Trotsky laying right
beside me.
And was greeted back to this world with a little 'Murrrr'.