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 Had a dream last night.

Someone was knocking at my door for a long time. Went to answer it. There was a Hispanic girl about my age with a backpack.

She said she heard i was moving away, and she wanted to give me a going away present.

 Dream Me had no idea who the hell she was, but Real Me did. Her name is Anna, and she adopted B.

She gave me the backpack and left.

I didn't need to look inside to know the cat was in there. But i remember wondering in the dream why she put him in a backpack when she had a perfectly good carrier.

Anyway, she ended up coming back. She changed her mind, and claimed i didn't deserve him because when i gave him up, i didn't say goodbye. Just put him in the crate at Petsmart, and turned away. 

Then we couldn't find him.

I must have psychological issues if after over a year, i still dream about the damned feline.

Also. It's Thursday.
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This is me at the moment.

My boss just called to tell me there was no point in me working tonight, as there are only 2 cats, or tomorrow morning. I'll just go in later to do some cleaning, then take care of the cats at night.



I had an odd dream last night. It was like...the Ganymede Meeting In My Head.

Reginald Jeeves                      Niles (The Nanny)                       Underling (Drowsy Chaperone)
These three were just sitting and talking...but it was the best. dream. ever. Oh my god. Just...talking. Damn you, British Gentleman's Personal Gentleman/Butlers. Damn you. I want...fic. Somehow. Don't care how. Gah. I don't think i've ever woken up feeling so....freakin...happy?


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