Last night I dreamed that I took two of my cats (Elsa and Phantom, I think...) to the vet to see if they were suitable candidates for a...cat foreign exchange program! Apparently, they passed their veternarian examinations and I was told to take them to the airport to fly them to someplace like Brazil in January. At first I was excited about this in my dream, but then I started to wonder if why on earth I would consider shipping my cats to Brazil? To share the wonder of my cats with others?! To expand the cats' horizons? Right before I woke up I started to worry that the Brazilian person was going to send me his/her cats... I always try to figure out what dreams mean... I think this one might have been sparked by reading a Dear Abby column about a husband who is obsessed with his visiting foreign exchange student. Also in way of explanation, yesterday when I woke up, I had three cats snuggled in my arms with their noses up by my face. I thought about how lucky I was to be greeted by so many friendly eyes in the morning. But then again that night, I was thinking how unlucky I am to rarely get to read in bed in peace without Bean sticking his nose under my book or Blacky kneading my stomach.

Then I dreamed that I systematically hunted down and killed all my blog readers with a knitting needle.*



*Just kidding...