Huh, last year at this time I had 137 dreams. This year I'm at 134 dreams. To think that I believe I have been slacking and losing my touch in the realm of oneiromancy. It'll be an average year in the way of dreams. One thing to be mindful of is that I am certain there are fewer contributions in 2006 than there were in previous years.
Fucking go out and vote.
k thx
As you can see, this ginger cat has decidedly shorter hair than beloved Samwise.
On Wednesday I heard a loud thump against my bedroom window. I got up and found a ginger cat looming large against the window much to Spot's curiousity and maybe horror. Stupid camera took a few minutes to warm up because by default it wants to charge the flash. Spot was besides herself and I think she thought that Sam had come back after all this time. That was what I was thinking too, that Sam had gotten out or he had returned from his adventures while riding my stolen bicycle. Upon further inspection this ginger cat had significantly shorter hair. raddidge says cafts don't get haircuts. I believe her.
Finally on Friday afternoon I opened up my front door so Spot could wander around the laundry room when I saw a black cat slinking across the back lawn. You might remember that in October Alaska Lady mentioned her newfound and recently spayed black kitten had gotten out of the house. A few days later I spotted the kitten and let her know that the cat was safe and sound, despite being outdoors. Alaska Lady was already well-aware that the kitten was fine and was happy to stay outdoors being an independent cat.
Well upon sighting the cat the first thing I thought of was "GET THE CAMERA". The squirrels were eating peacefully while Bad Cat lurked near the base of the tree. Spot wanted to go out and help Bad Cat but her stupid houseape wouldn't let her.
Eventually I found my way out and caught up with raddidge. She was looking for her car. The parking situation was unusual in that all the cars were turned into spheres and stored in a bin. Some cars were normally parked but the majority were golf balls. We spent a long time waiting for her car to be found only to discover that her car was really parked rather than turned into a sphere.
Back at home the house had turned into an amalgam of the current house in waking life and the home of my paternal grandparents. The general manager at my job was waiting in the laundry room telling me that I was expected on Monday. Basically it was positive.
