This weekend I had one of the funniest dreams of my life.
For those of you that don’t already know, about three weeks ago I bought a kitten. He is adorable. Anyways, Saturday night I must’ve been subconsciously thinking about him, because he cameoed in one of my dreams. Let me describe it to you.
I was in my condo, in my bedroom, Milo (my cat) was there, so it was obviously present-time. It was an early morning with the sun coming in the windows. I looked down by my dresser and there was a blanket or a shirt or something in a pile on the ground. Out of curiosity, I lifted it to see if there was anything underneath. To my surprise, there were two small fur balls. They were about the size of cotton balls, but more dense, and brown and black striped. All of a sudden one of the fur balls morphed into this cute little kitten. Then the other one puffed into another kitten. They looked like mini-Milos. As cute as they were, I was like, oh great, now I have three cats! What the heck, I’m turning into the crazy cat lady! I remember stressing out about all the details, like, well, I’m probably going to have to get a second litter box and a ton more food, and man, this is going to be expensive, and who would drop off this weird litter of kittens anyway, and maybe Milo is a girl and I didn’t know she was pregnant?!
Well, the next morning (still in my dream) I woke up to find another furball lying in the same spot on the ground. This one was more tan (like the color of my carpet), and more elongated, like a stretched-apart cotton ball. Like the others, this one turned into another kitten, but this poor little buddy had a broken leg, so it kind of walked with a limp, dragging its leg behind him. Plus, this cat never got any bigger than like three or four inches long. It was super small, but super cute still.
The next day I woke up and was like, great, finally, no more weird cat surprises… Until, suddenly, something on the ground caught my attention. There was a tiny speck on the ground. I picked it up, and sure enough, it was another cat. It was a super tiny albino kitten. It was seriously no bigger than a staple. I always held it on my pointer fingertip. It was so funny. Oh, and then for some reason, someone told me I had to get all of these cats baptized, so I carried them all to my church (why I had to carry them, I don’t know?), where there was this pet baptism event going on. I let the cats find a seat in a pew (so weird), but the little broken leg cat and the staple cat kept getting stuck in the cracks of the tile, so I had to pray for them… and then… I woke up.
I wish I could draw all of you pictures of how funny these cats were. Every time I think about the weird albino cat on my fingertip, I can’t help but laugh. Where do I come up with this stuff??










