March 8th 2010 7:40 pm
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My dad had a disturbing dream last night. He wasn't so bothered by it, but it frightens me! In this dream, he had two mouses. MOUSES! He carried the mouses in his pocket, and took them out when he went places and they did things and ate cheese and stuff.

Dad doesn't take me places, only to the stupid vet-doctor. He doesn't put me in his pocket! He tried to put me inside his coat once, but it was crowded and I had to struggle to get out, and he laughed even though I think I scratched him up a bit. He's got a nutso sense of humour sometimes!

Here's the worst part, in the dream, he kept the two mouses upstairs, because I had to stay downstairs. He told the mouses I would bite their heads off. Now, mind you, I haven't ever met a mouse that I DIDN'T bite head off of, but still, this dream seems to have painted me as some sort of a negative character. I guess in real life, I would bite the heads off of any mice I found in the house but that doesn't give dad a right to have a dream about mouses!!!

Purred by: Sparkle - loved so very much (Catster Member)

March 9th 2010 at 6:12 am

Maybe you should begin checking your dad's pockets when he comes home, just to be sure. His dream does kind of make you out as a villian doesn't it? We all know you're a great tom and wouldn't hurt just any mouse, otherwise the magic mice at the castle would all be gone.

Warm purrs,
Spark