sweet dreams are made of this
The psycho cat has invaded my dreams. You know those half-reality falling dreams, where you wake with a start and a muffled scream, fully believing that you've just tripped over the edge of a cliff? Well, it was like that. Except instead of me falling over a cliff, it was Cassie jumping up to attack my face. I screamed and jolted away from the edge of the bed. It took me a while to remember that I was in Ashlyn's apartment in St. Louis and not the Chateau on Paris Road. Must. Take. Deep. Breaths. Then kick the cat across the room.
(I'm really not a cat-hater. If you know Cassie, you know the terror with whom I live. Need my sentiments corroborated? Check out Natalie's blog.)
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