So, I'm back.
Jon gave me a great idea.
I wake up every morning, and I have the most crazy dreams ever....I swear he probably gets sick of me telling them all to him, So I just won't tell him anymore. If he so chooses to read it, he can head on over here...to my blog.
Last night's dream, well, it made me fall in love with my cat.
I dreamed I was in Manhattan (yeah I don't know either, I've never been there) and needed to get somewhere within the city. The next thing I knew, I was floating in this large body of water away from Manhattan and I had my cat, Icarus, with me. Well, contrary to popular belief--my cat loves water. He loved floating in the fuckin river with me! We were floating along on a piece of styrofoam, and we managed to float to the bridge that took us back to Manhattan. Well, when I got out of the water, I took Icky (that's his nickname) and walked along. He's very good anywhere I take him, I just hold him like a baby and he lays there looking at everything. So, we're walking along, and I catch up with Kelly. Kelly and I are walking along and I put down Icky and he follows us happily, staying close but sometimes stopping to smell stuff. One time! He lagged far behind, and I turned to call him. I could see his little face on the other side of a stopped car, and all of a sudden I see this girl, about my age, pick him up and start walking with him. He starts meowing loudly, and I thought she was going to hurt him. :( So I run over there and say "Bitch, that's my cat". She was like "what makes you think so?" "well, the collar on him that has my phone number on it for one"
So anyhoo, this bitch wouldn't give me my cat back, and poor Icarus look distressed. So, I had to get him back.....I jumped this bitch. I punched her in her head, and took my cat and started running. Icky started to purrr! Like he loved me. It was great. I felt tough, and loved.
But, I digress.
I have some weird ass dreams.
Until tomorrow......
I wake up every morning, and I have the most crazy dreams ever....I swear he probably gets sick of me telling them all to him, So I just won't tell him anymore. If he so chooses to read it, he can head on over here...to my blog.
Last night's dream, well, it made me fall in love with my cat.
I dreamed I was in Manhattan (yeah I don't know either, I've never been there) and needed to get somewhere within the city. The next thing I knew, I was floating in this large body of water away from Manhattan and I had my cat, Icarus, with me. Well, contrary to popular belief--my cat loves water. He loved floating in the fuckin river with me! We were floating along on a piece of styrofoam, and we managed to float to the bridge that took us back to Manhattan. Well, when I got out of the water, I took Icky (that's his nickname) and walked along. He's very good anywhere I take him, I just hold him like a baby and he lays there looking at everything. So, we're walking along, and I catch up with Kelly. Kelly and I are walking along and I put down Icky and he follows us happily, staying close but sometimes stopping to smell stuff. One time! He lagged far behind, and I turned to call him. I could see his little face on the other side of a stopped car, and all of a sudden I see this girl, about my age, pick him up and start walking with him. He starts meowing loudly, and I thought she was going to hurt him. :( So I run over there and say "Bitch, that's my cat". She was like "what makes you think so?" "well, the collar on him that has my phone number on it for one"
So anyhoo, this bitch wouldn't give me my cat back, and poor Icarus look distressed. So, I had to get him back.....I jumped this bitch. I punched her in her head, and took my cat and started running. Icky started to purrr! Like he loved me. It was great. I felt tough, and loved.
But, I digress.
I have some weird ass dreams.
Until tomorrow......