another dream
I had a dream about Rook R.M. McNamara last night
I was in some sort of food pavilion at a park, and her tortie kitty Euralie was trying to get me to feed her.
I tried to share my plain grilled chicken with her, but she wasn't sold on low carb. She was batting at a tupperware container with Rook's name on it in marker.
Rook came in and found me staring at the contents, which seemed to be some sort of bright pink fudge with pistachios.
(I'm pretty sure that's not good for kittys)
I was in some sort of food pavilion at a park, and her tortie kitty Euralie was trying to get me to feed her.
I tried to share my plain grilled chicken with her, but she wasn't sold on low carb. She was batting at a tupperware container with Rook's name on it in marker.
Rook came in and found me staring at the contents, which seemed to be some sort of bright pink fudge with pistachios.
(I'm pretty sure that's not good for kittys)