Dream

The weather is quite fine today. It’s been sunny all day long, there isn’t much wind and it’s quite comfortable. I opened the back door because letting in some fresh air is always good. There’s a mosquito net, so my cat can enjoy the air without going outdoors. I don’t want her to go there.

I was playing Final Fantasy and I happened to throw a look in the direction of the door. I saw a cat passing on the balcony outside. Nothing special there, as there are several cats in the area. I decided to go and check it out. I like seeing my cat interacting with other cats, even when there’s a door between them.

My, what am I seeing? It’s a bit small, but it’s still an adult cat. It doesn’t look sick at all. It’s stomach is white, but its back and head are striped gray. It has thumbs. It isn’t afraid of me at all, actually it seems to know me…

What the HELL are you doing outside and HOW did you make it there? After getting her inside—which was surprisingly easy and required no running after her or even touching her—, I quickly found the culprit: there is a hole in the bottom of the net. It’s not very large, but she’s tiny and could easily squeeze her way out through the hole, provided she has the will to do it. And, obviously, she does have that will.

I’ll have to get that net repaired.

I am the furry one my mommy loves so much. She calls me Beatrice at times, but whatever.

I have been through a very scary experience, and it’s not over yet!

Two days ago, mommy got up as usual and started putting things into a big bag. I like big bags, you can sleep on them and hide inside. I didn’t get what she was doing. All of a sudden, she grabbed me and tried putting me into The Cage! We all know that cages are no fun at all to be in. Usually, when she does that, she takes me to some weird guy who puts things into my butt and keeps touching me all over. Weirdo.

In spite of my fighting very hard, she managed to put me into the cage. I meowed as a giant-not my mommy-took me downstairs, but it was all in vain.

I was put on top of another cage, and I’m certain there was another furry one inside that one.

We then spent hours and hours going through many unknown smells. I slept a little, but I must say I was quite scared and often was startled out of my anxious rest.

We finally arrived in a land I had never explored before. There were a lot of scary giants and I hid under a couch.

Mommy managed to get me out of there and put me into what I assume to be her bedroom.

Since that day, I have met two furry things. One of them is an enormous cat. I know him. I’ve seen him before and I can guarantee it’s him. The same fatness, the same smell, the same dislike of my poor furry self.

The other one is of an unknown species. It walks on all four, as is proper to do, and my instinct keeps telling me to run away. A very strange thing it is. Mommy keeps telling me it’s nice. How could such a scary thing be nice?

I am not the girl you were looking for. I am not that friend you went to college with. I don’t know what about you, but I can personally recognize the picture of people I’ve gone to college with. Sorry for the enormous disappointment.

Now, I don’t mind us being Facebook friends, for what it means. You can send me messages even if you want to. Invite me to the occasional quiz if you feel like it. I would however very much love to know why you sent me a chain letter to be sent to your bestest friendz eva?

In other news, did I mention that my cat seems to have a crush on my roommate? She still remains very afraid of him, running to hide if he tries to catch her, but she definitely seems fascinated by him. She’ll watch him do whatever he’s doing, keeping a certain distance.

When he’s gone to work (at night), he often closes his door. She likes to sneak in there and sleep on his bed. She’s able to open the door when it’s locked, so I imagine that if she really wants to smell him all around her, she can get past such a trivial obstacle.

P.S. Why did my new categories get added with no capital letter at the beginning?