Tr-Tr-Trippin'
I had the strangest dream last night that a black cat named Nigel came to me and he could talk, and boy did we. In the dream it seemed so perfectly normal that he could talk. His voice was magic, like it was audible energy, it was thick like honey with an electrical charge to it almost. It made my skin tingle and when he laughed I couldn't keep the corners of my mouth from curling into a smile because it was a mix of a deep purr and rich laughter, 100% pure joy and totally contagious, if he did it enough I would smile so big my lips would part and I would be showing teeth. When he was listening deeply to me he would squint and look downward and away out of the corner of his eyes and he would open his mouth and run his tongue slowly over his upper teeth between his two kitty cat fangs, his notion of hard concentration I guess, then when I would get stuck briefly and stop talking he would look up into my eyes with his liquid golds and wait for me to carry on. Sometimes he would pace looking harshly left, then right, then he would pause and look up, then continue his graceful, fluid, shoulder rolling cat walk. I hardly remember what we talked about and finally he went to the glass door in the living room stretched up the door and hit the handle to open it and let himself out. He stepped out the door and when it glided back almost closed he stopped it with his hips and looked over his back and shoulders at me and said "Keep your head up kiddo."
Heh, am I out there or what?
Heh, am I out there or what?