I’ve been having quite a number of kitten dreams lately, all about zen_cat and I having 2 or 3 little palm size Burmese kittens. Invariably one of them is Ophelia as she was when I first got her. They are such warm fuzzy dreams and leave me feeling all warm and fuzzy all the next day; like I really have been playing with kittens all night and have had Ophelia back again. I used to nightmare occasionally about her dying, but never thought it might work the other way round once she was gone.
Sometimes dreams are incomprehensible, but sometimes they are so blatantly obvious you just have to laugh. Really, no points at all for guessing what my deepest, darkest subconscious thoughts are lately!
That you want a beer?
I think it may be miss Ophelia’s way of letting you know she is all right and that you will be too
Of course, how silly of me. Must go out and buy some now.
But I don’t *like* beer…