All cats are mouseogynists.
Originally I wrote something quite hateful and decided against posting it. It was more of a cry for help and would not be constructive in any context.
I've been making an aspect of my life a bit disagreeable. I'll get invasive thoughts which snowball into scenarios which leave me feeling stunned and wondering what the fuck is going on. I've been fortunate since recovery hasn't taken too much effort on my behalf. Reckon I have things under control and I only have to wait until next week when I see my therapist to sort things out.
As I was closing the window a large, lanky tabby cat zipped into my apartment. Across the way I saw that the neighboring building had acquired a basement apartment. Emerging from its window, with a similar scenic view of the driveway, were lots of animals. I could hear the ruckus beginning as Spot made the acquaintance of the other, larger cat.
A giant german shepherd pawed the window open and crawled inside, whimpering in fright when he got stuck for a little bit. Spot jumped into my arms and touched noses with the great beast. Thankfully it was peaceful but it distracted me from the marching menagerie who were intent on making my place their new home. By the end of the dream my bedroom was full of quadrupedal mammals of varying species.
