Last night, I dreamt that a bunch of folks were together at a party my beau's best friend (since birth) was throwing. It was in New Orleans. And I had one of my cats with me. Suddenly, he got everybody's attention and announced that, rather than a party, we were there for some sort of biker initiation. Then he announced that myself and the first boy I ever kissed (yuck, by the way) were going to duel. To the death. With handguns.
I didn't want to be a part of it, so I ran, cat in hand, through the streets of NOLA, trying to hide. Everybody in the party was after me because there was a price on my head. No matter where I went, it wasn't good enough. The Beau found me a couple of times, and though he didn't hurt me, he wouldn't help me. I wanted to get a hotel room so I could hide out, but all of the hotels had glass fronts and I'd be caught and killed while I was registering. And the cat, (understandably) upset and tired of being carried around, was constantly trying to escape.
It was exhausting. I hate waking up more tired than when I went to bed.
I forgot to ask you which kitty? Cauz I'm thinking it was Daisy. If it were Lola, she would have said, "Mom, put me down, I needz to check out the other cats in this Quarter."
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