Tuesday

This morning I was sleeping in, as I often do, when suddenly Misha decided it would be hilarious to pounce on me in the middle of my slumber. This time it was different. Normally I put up with her silliness, and chaulk it up to her youth. However, the dream I was having was so amazing, I was in a cat paradise; fresh flowing water at the perfect drinking tempurature, fluffy soft blankets and round chairs everywhere, and more whitefish and salmon than I could have ever imagined possible. Sigh. So needless to say I was a bit angry at her. But I guess that's what she wanted.

I chased her down the stairs, we ran around for a while, but I got bored, I thought to myself, is this really worth chasing her over? I mean, the dream, albeit wonderful, was just a dream. Misha is a sweet kid, but has a lot to learn about the world yet.

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