One of my recurring anxiety dreams consists of remembering suddenly that I own rodents.

[brown_betty]

I dreamt I was in my Grandparents' old house. (And, alarmingly, owned both a ferret and a rabbit, in a horrifying flouting of all natural law, but this isn't about that.) In my dream, my Grandparents' house was a) utterly unlike it actually is, as is always the case in my dreams, and b) seemed to have been built based on the verbal description of

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[ratcreature]

Heh, I'm sure if you get them young and have some with a sweet temperament you could get a ferret to live with a rabbit. I mean, the breeder I got one of my rats from had a very laid back cat and both the young ones and the adult rats would climb all over the cat, and run around in front of it, and the cat was very sweet and patient with them

[brown_betty]

Yes, but at least cats and ferrets are both predators, you know? I just don't see getting predators and prey to live together to work out very well.

I don't know! I have had recurring anxiety dreams where I suddenly remember "Oh, right! I own a whole bunch of rodents! And I haven't fed them" And it's often hamsters and mice, and rats, and bunch of different ones, or something.

I haven't owned rodent since I had a mouse when I was twelve!

[ratcreature]

Well, the cat in question was living with many rats though, not a ferret, and the rats were running around freely with the cat in the room and played with it, and yet normally cats will catch and eat rats too. I mean, I don't think that kind of thing would work with every cat, that one was very laid back, but that one had no problem to live with the rats.

[brown_betty]

Oh, right. I think my brain is not fully engaged, because I did not quite make sense of what you said, sorry.

I don't know. I've seen videos of those mice that they removed smell receptors from interacting with this incredibly placid cat, so I suppose anything is possible. But in my dream, the ferret attacked the rabbit, and I was all "noooo!" and attempted to pull the ferret off, and it sort of stretched itself and elongated and - Yes, anxiety dreams. Bad!

Re: me too!

[brown_betty]

Hah! Good to know I'm not alone in my level of over/self-involvement with lj.

[rachel_edidin]

I dreamed that I was scrubbing a turtle, which was upside down in the sink and making happy reptile faces at me. That's all.

[brown_betty]

Awww! That is an adorable dream! Hold on, I'm going to go find my turtle icon:

[rachel_edidin]

It was pretty great, in a sort of mellow, low key, turtle-in-my-sink way.

[persephone_kore]

...Squee!

(This is my only turtle icon, and inappropriately alarmed for the occasion, but at least it's still cute.)

[brown_betty]

And in my dream, it seems quite likely to me that I would forget owning rodents, whereas in reality, they do have sort of a smell that keeps them in the forefront of your mind, especially if you neglect cleaning their cage at all. (I confess, I owned a mouse when I was twelve, and cage cleaning was a bit irregular, although my mother was the mouse's constant advocate.)

[brown_betty]

Yes, dogs have to be outed and inned several times per day, and walked. But they're fairly good at remind me. Icker-poo has a very expressive fixed stare which I can respond to by listing things he might possibly need, and when I hit the correct one, he will bark sharply, and run off, confident that I am following him. Buttercup, in contrast, requires a bit more guessing, but if I let him out too often, no harm really comes.