And Now, a Trenchant Glimpse Into My Dream Life

In my dream last night, I was annoyed at my cats for not sufficiently appreciating the in-ground pool I had installed specifically for them.

Can you blame me? I think not.

26 Comments on “And Now, a Trenchant Glimpse Into My Dream Life”

  1. I’m betting you had the pool installed and then thought your job was done. But wait! What about the poolside service of delicacies by subservient humans? What about the cat bed lounges and the scratching posts? The stocking of fish in the water? Did you dream any of that? NO??? Well, what did you expect as a result then?

  2. lkeke35 – I am a Librarian Clerk in the Midwestern US. Its my job to know stuff (or at the very least, admit I know nothing, and go find out!) I love SciFi and Horror, Books, Movies, and television shows. I celebrate Blackness all year round. I am intolerant of intolerance.

    lif strand:
    I’m going to have to agree. The pool was not, in fact, finished.

  3. My cats would love a pool! They’re delighted by water … though DammitMalcolm the Giant Bumblekitten is endlessly surprised by the fact that it’s wet.

    Me, taking bath: “Hello, Malcolm.”
    Malcolm, jumping onto side if tub: “Meooow.”
    Malcolm (in fluent cat): “Hey, look, bubbles! And water. Fun! I love bubbles and water!”
    Me: “Just so you know, the water is wet, just like last time.”
    ****Malcolm sticks his arm into tub of water, poking at bubbles and playing. Pulls arm out. Looks astonished. Shakes water off paw.”****
    Malcolm (in fluent cat): “It’s WET!”
    Me: “Yes. We discussed this.”
    Malcolm: “Hey look! Bubbles and water!” ***sticks arm into tub***

    Repeat at infinitum.

  4. Hope Griffin Diaz – North Carolina – So, to borrow from a popular shirt, I love Jesus but I cuss a little. Well, a lot. In fact, I just don't believe Jesus really gives a shit about the word fuck. He does care if you say f you or go f yourself. But a general adjective? Nah. I am married to the love of my life, Louie (aka Luis) and have an adult child, Christy. My mum, Nancy, is still with us and active in our lives. I love to read, I fancy myself an amateur gardener, I am owned by a large black part machine coon cat named Samwise aka #SamSam and a Border Collie/Australian Cattle dog mix named Daisy. I knit. I craft. I sew. These are at my leisure and are hobbies. I don't take commissions nor do I do alterations. I'm an aspiring human being. I battle several mental illnesses including depression, major panic disorder, agoraphobia, germaphobia, claustrophobia, and some other assorted illnesses. I also have fibromyalgia and have had numerous traumatic brain injuries (into the double digits now). I am not able to drive more than a few miles at night. I don't know where this blog is going ... if anywhere.

    You have an unrealistic expectation of your feline overlords.

  5. Oh, I had a cat dream last night as well! In my dream, our cats Ada and Linus were replaced by two huge lynx-like creatures. They were sitting in our living room window in Oslo, Norway, obviously very excited by something outside. I walked over to the window, saw a huge brown bear walking by and thought “He must have been sent by Putin and Trump” before I woke up.

    Come to think of it, this was my first Presidential dream for more than three decades. I used to dream a lot about Ronald Reagan pushing red buttons in the eighties. You see, Americans, your elections matter a lot to people on the other side of the world. Might keep that in mind the next time? ;)

  6. My wife and I often dream that we are at a Con. See you in Helsinki? My wife will stay home with the dogs, my son (whom you know) and I shall be there, and catch the USA Total Solar Eclipse on the way home…

  7. Leslie – Muncie, Indiana – 64 year old grandmother of five, recently remarried! I was born in Alaska before Alaska was a state.

    Had you been chatting with Seanan McGuire about her water-loving Maine Coon cats?

  8. My dream last night lacked cats, but I did try to help someone who wasn’t grateful. I noticed that a Metro bus was just sitting at a stop with​out its driver​, so I hopped in and started driving the route. After a few stops, nobody had boarded, and I started to realize they might think I’d stolen the bus, so I ditched it in the supermarket parking lot.

  9. Oh sure. They bring your feasts to your doorstep with dead birds and mice, but when you showed no appreciation for their generosity, did they complain about you on the internet? They did not.

    Granted, they tried but only got as far as knocking the mouse off your desk and then bolting into the kitchen. But still…

  10. You do realize jumping for joy and making loud noises are not things cats do? Also, if the dream cats don’t use the pool as a litter box, isn’t that a win?

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