Last night was about cats. Cats in general__cats in my particular sphere__cats I don't believe have ever walked this planet.  Cats.

I went to bed early. I was tired from doing not much and as we all know that can be exhausting. I was so totaled by my tiredness that, after falling asleep at 8:30,  I woke-up at 1:30am and was greeted by one of my cats who informed me [loudly] that her bowl was empty of crunchies and that needed to be remedied NOW! 

'Yeah, yeah.' I stumbled down the hall in post midnight stupor. 'Whatever. Get over your cat-self.' And proceeded to the necessary room. This, of course, was completely unacceptable and occasioned more and louder protestations from the cat quarter.

'Oh, for G's sake, shut the hell up!'  And then I poured cat crunchies into her bowl directly from the bag. 

Now, I know better than to do this when I am completely awake and limber, having to bend over the kid gate to reach her bowl [the kid gate being in place to keep the dog from catfood ala carte]. Even then I use a measuring cup as I tend to lose control over the amount of food that flows out of the bag. But when you have a hollering cat and a semi-comatose woman at 1:30 in the morning one must make allowances. I leaned. I poured. The cat got her food. A LOT of food. Did she shut up? 

No.

Sari is meticulous. Now there was a mess on her floor. And it was going to stay there until daylight because her human was going back to bed.  MEeeeeOWww!  Whatever.

So back to bed I stumble and fall into the first of a sequence of dreams...about cats. 

I'm sleeping [or trying to] in a pick-up truck in a slushy, snowy parking lot. I'm not comfortable and there are a trio of white leopards with red spots hunting through the lot. They seem to be hunting smaller cats. House cats. Yowling house cats. Just like the yowling house cat right outside my bedroom door.  *sigh*

I get out of bed and get the spray bottle and go after the yowling house cat. I go back to bed.

And fall right back into the same dream__but now along with the hunting leopards there is a line of dancing girls on a platform dressed for belly dancing jangling to music being played by a DJ off in the background somewhere in the dark. Lovely. The parking lot is beginning to look like a used carlot on a Friday night extravaganza.

And the leopards hunt__and the house cat howls.  Right outside my door. 

Spray bottle.

And right back into the dream__

One of the dancers has started doing high kicks like the Rockettes. The rest follow suit and things get even more festive. I am leaning half out of the open door of the pick-up to watch the show as it would appear that sleep is going to be ever elusive  even in the dream, when one of the leopards darts under the truck and right past my head. I then hear something clanging. It seems the leopard has banged something under the truck while chasing the house cat__at the same time another house cat is banging on the outside of my bedroom door. No, really. She has given up yowling. Now she is smacking the door.

Forget the spray bottle. I'm going for the hose__or maybe the meat cleaver.

Ok. That's taken care of__and no I did not murder the cat.  And, yes, I fell right back into the dream. It has to be a record. At least for me. This time I had forsaken the pick-up for a van and the dancing girls had gone home to get warm but the leopards were still hunting and I was still not sleeping. This time I decided I needed to rescue the house cats. I'm not sure why. I certainly wasn't feeling the warm and fuzzies toward any of them in the moment, if you know what I mean, but I got out of the relative warmth of the van and took off through the frozen lot and tried to save their puny butts from certain extinction by leopard appetite. 

How did it end? I have no idea. I fell asleep. The cat finally stopped yowling. The dream finally stopped intruding. What did I make of all of this when I woke up?

a. Make sure to fill the cat bowl.

b. Dreaming about power animals on 11/11 could have significance and if it does then I've decided it has to do with protectors.

c. Don't eat chili before going to bed.