...only now it doesn't seem so subconscious.
I had a dream last night that I was holding a 44 Magnum to the head of a cat that looked a lot like my cat Arwen. I didn't pull the trigger, but when I woke up I had what seemed to be a strange smerk on my face.
Do I want to kill my cat? Probably not, but I did blow an entire weekend looking after it while at the same time laying down 5 Benjamins to have a meesly little wart removed. It had me pissed beyond expression. But it's over now, the cat has been chastised by the vet, and I'm over it now.
I guess it's a good thing I don't own a gun
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