In the dream I'm pretty sure I was in Hays. (Limestone churches, anyone?)
I was looking for a place to live...fitting. Can't even get some sleep without looking for a place to live.
I stopped at this yard and saw a screwdriver under a window. It seemed to be that someone was going to try to break in later. So I picked it up and told the family through the window that they should check their windows and stuff. They thanked me and asked if there was anything they could do for me. I said I was looking for a place to live so if they knew of anything to let me know. They said they could help and invited me inside. I walked in to a laundry room thing at first and then through a door into a kitchen. But it wasn't JUST a kitchen. It was crawling with kittens and puppies.
It sounds kind of nice other than it was a realistic kitchen full of animals, not a dream one where nobody poops. Critters EVERYWHERE. On the counter, on the stove, sitting on my feet. Food piles all over the place. Poo all over the place. But they seemed ok with it so I just didn't really move, not that I could have with animals wound around my legs.
Then I looked down and saw a short-hair tabby, and a long-hair tabby. Almost identical to my kitties!! (I don't seem to have any pictures of Thomasina on my computer but here's Stowie with Lola.)
I was looking for a place to live...fitting. Can't even get some sleep without looking for a place to live.
I stopped at this yard and saw a screwdriver under a window. It seemed to be that someone was going to try to break in later. So I picked it up and told the family through the window that they should check their windows and stuff. They thanked me and asked if there was anything they could do for me. I said I was looking for a place to live so if they knew of anything to let me know. They said they could help and invited me inside. I walked in to a laundry room thing at first and then through a door into a kitchen. But it wasn't JUST a kitchen. It was crawling with kittens and puppies.
It sounds kind of nice other than it was a realistic kitchen full of animals, not a dream one where nobody poops. Critters EVERYWHERE. On the counter, on the stove, sitting on my feet. Food piles all over the place. Poo all over the place. But they seemed ok with it so I just didn't really move, not that I could have with animals wound around my legs.
Then I looked down and saw a short-hair tabby, and a long-hair tabby. Almost identical to my kitties!! (I don't seem to have any pictures of Thomasina on my computer but here's Stowie with Lola.)
I snuggled them and loved them and they didn't seem to mind as much as they would have really. It was nice. I don't think they found me a place to live and I don't really remember if anything else happened but I got to snuggle kitties so whatever.
I suspect it may have stemmed from looking at these two yesterday, who are at the Humane Society.
The kitty is Worf (AWESOME...look at his forehead stripes) and the puppy is Marco. I want them both.
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